The seasons I love most are Spring and Autumn, the elbows of the year that mark the passage from Summer and Winter and which are usually the most benign and pleasant of months.
This month’s word has a selection of words which have a flavour of Autumn about them and which represent some of the activities and traditions associated with this time of year. As with all word squares, the aim is to choose one word from each column and weave them into a story, a piece of flash fiction, a poem or even a first paragraph that sets the scene for the reader. If you feel inspired you could do what Lesley Mason did with last month’s word square and try to use all the words, it’s quite a challenge but thanks to a spelling mistake on my part she made it possible.
My effort is below.
Lammas had passed in a drunken haze and I wasn’t sure that Mabon would be that much different. I wasn’t sure if the rough cider really agreed with my apparently delicate stomach these days and besides, it was the time of year that I remembered what might have been but never was.
Two days later I was kicking through the leaves still undecided when my phone pinged. I was startled, my phone never rang and I never got text messages; it was so underused my family always laughed that I even bothered to keep it at all never mind charged.
I opened the app cautiously assuming it would be a hoax or a joke. The message was brief and one I’d longed to receive.
“Are you going to the festival this year? I’d really like to see you again, it’s decades since we left school and it feels like now is the right time to tell you why I left”.
Michael, why was he contacting me now? My fingers hovered briefly before typing my one-word answer.
Now it’s your turn. Why not use the comment area below to share your opening line, verse or even title?