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Posted November 7, 2008

We haven’t done this in a while. It’s Fun Friday. Let’s write a short story using the collective talents of our Carolina Conversations bloggers. We will begin with a single image. It is a mountain cabin painted by my father. This watercolor is called Jonas Ridge and is part of my new book Blue Ridge Reunion. Allow the picture to massage your imagination.

Who wants to start? Each blogger is free to add as little or as much as he or she would like and then the next person will chime in. There is no right or wrong way to do this. Meditate on your own creative cloud for a moment or two and then contribute to what I am sure will be an outstanding plot.  We will begin and end the story in the cabin.

By the way if you’re looking for something to do this weekend join me at Fearrington Village at 11:00AM Saturday at McIntyre’s or Barnes & Noble in Cary at 4:00PM on Sunday for book signings and some singing. I’d love to meet ya’ll.

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  • murdock Nov 10, 2008

    Sorry it should have read "the authorities believed Daniel had killed himself."

  • murdock Nov 10, 2008

    The authorities believed Nathan had killed himself. He was found in a hotel room. No weapon was found. But William knew his father loved life. They spoke every week. His father had taken a trip only six months after his mother had died. The locals seemed to think grief led to his death, but William was not sure. Now maybe this journal, hidden away for safe keeping, would unlock the mysteries of William's father's heart.

  • woodduck587 Nov 10, 2008

    (left off part of my last paragraph in last post)

    Nathan reached down by his chair and picked up this faded yellow cigar box; it was like the cigar boxes his Dad always gave William to put his rock collection in for safe keeping. William opened the box and a faint aroma of his dad’s cigars enveloped him filling him with emotions of memories he thought faded. What would he find in the journal? Would it give him the answers he needed………

  • blytle Nov 10, 2008

    Wow, you guys have done a great job. I was in a class all day Friday and didn't get to read this blog until late Friday night. Bill, I hope you're going to let them continue with the story. I can't wait to read more!!!

  • woodduck587 Nov 10, 2008

    “William, I’m so sorry I had not heard. I lost contact with your Dad years ago when he moved to be near the family. I’m glad he got to spend his last years with you and his grandchildren. I’m glad you’re here now William. I was searching for some matches to light the fire this morning and when I reached for them they fell behind this chest. When I moved the chest I found an opening in the wall.”

    “This is an old cabin I’m not surprised it probably has lots of holes.”

    “It’s what I found in the opening that’s more interesting. In it was an old box, William. I opened it and I found a journal that apparently belonged to your Dad. I think you’ll want to read it. “

    Nathan reached down by his chair and picked up this faded yellow cigar box; it was like the cigar boxes his Dad always gave William to put his rock collection in for safe keeping. William opened the box and a faint aroma of his dad’s cigars enveloped him filling him with emotions of memor

  • murdock Nov 7, 2008

    William's grandmother told that story a hundred times, and William never grew tired of hearing the escapades of his father and his friend. It almost made his father seem closer to his age.

    Nathan squinted at William and asked, "how is my ole' buddy?"

    A tear came to William's eye and he quietly said, "Daddy passed away two weeks ago. I came here to settle his estate."

  • murdock Nov 7, 2008

    He recalled the day that Daniel and Nathan built a fort right by the stream in the woods behind the cabin. They played and played until a storm came and washed the fort and the two boys into the cold water. He remembers they both got their buttocks worn out over the trouble they got in.

  • softballmom Nov 7, 2008

    The old man's story rang true. William remembered his father, Daniel, speaking about growing up with good ole Howard Nathan. They were the neighborhood pranksters. Always getting into trouble. But they were inseparable.

  • beadingbuddy Nov 7, 2008

    As William listened to the old man's story, many memories of his times in the cabin came flooding back to him. He remembered his family, his Mother, his 3 brothers and his baby sister and he wondered what happened to all his family members, where they were now. Were his Father and Mother still alive? Where had his brothers and sister gone? Were they still close or had they moved far away?

  • LMRA Nov 7, 2008

    Sorry about the earlier double post . . .

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