At the TRIAL, it became clear that the family’s effort to put a SHINY veneer on their behavior was a sham. Under the guise of attending the DYING matriarch, they were busy EYING the heirlooms and extensive art collection. There was a lot of very messy VYING for the position of most loved heir. I doubt they wanted there to be a trail of bodies leading to this moment. The irony? The object of all this attention, Madame H herself, was not so close to death’s door. It’s funny how things are working out.
Georg’ann
Glancing around the room feeling
an impulse to SCOUR the floors.
Reset my foundation if you will.
Bring a gleam to the wood
let an almond scent waft upwards
riding the heating currents that
blow in the night.
Ready to revive this DINGY room.
EYING the walls, noting faded paint.
In point of fact, I’d be LYING if
I said there was anything here
worth keeping. I’m not the same
woman who created this space.
No part of that me VYING to remain.
Heather
As we ended our day, in our goodnight texts, Heather found a final burst of play for today’s 6 unappealing words. Here is a bonus round: We are posted. My cranberry bread is baked. I sure wish I could shower! Need a good SCOUR, feel so DINGY. EYING the bed, feels icky to lay there, I’m not LYING. But happily all the things VYING for my attention are at rest as best they can be for the night.