This week’s prompts are at the bottom. Feel free to seize the prompts, twist them, form them, play with them as you will. All comers are welcome. The words below are just practice for me. I had a lot of fun writing them, and you know what I always say, “Practice makes perfect.”
Chooch was a Yooper, born and raised. He grew up in the village of Calumet, just off 6th street and not far from the Copper Country Firefighters History Museum, where his mother, Marion, worked during the season. He never knew his dad.
Marion Churchill died in a traffic accident during the winter of 2004.
Chooch, given name Terry, was not quite ten years old when he found himself living with his maiden aunts in Eagle River, not far from the lighthouse. The aunts were hoarders, and it was a tough life for the boy, but he knew others who had it worse. The house where they lived used wood for heat. During the winter Chooch’s job was to get up and start a fire in the woodstove. Warm up the house and get breakfast started.
Chooch lived with his aunts until he was eighteen years old when he fled the Keweenaw to enlist in the Navy. Each year that he lived with his aunts they would, without fail, neglect to lay in enough wood to last through the long winter, and Chooch would eventually have to start dismantling the front porch to burn the lumber. In summer, he would rebuild the porch, the same cycle, year after year.
One September, while he was at sea, his oldest aunt, Kaelyn, was killed, crushed when a large stack of newspapers fell on her. He got compassionate leave and went home to help his remaining aunt, Lexie, deal with her sister’s death. He made sure that there was enough wood laid in for Lexie to get through the winter and rebuilt the porch before flying back to Pearl Harbour. At the time, he thought that the house was fuller than he had ever seen it before.
Terry never saw his Aunt Lexie alive again. She died of cardiac arrest standing up in the hallway wedged between piles of boxes and stuff. There was not enough room for her to fall to the floor. She left the house to Chooch. He never went back to claim it. He couldn’t find a reason to.
This week’s prompts are:
- while the world drifts downstream
- no trespassing
- I lowered myself down
You can start writing whenever you want, just write, get the words down – and have fun!