This challenge is produced by GirlieOnTheEdge with the following simple rules:
Write 6 Sentences. No more. No less.
Use the current week’s prompt word – PAWN
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I’m lying on my deathbed, thinking about the good times, like the weans when they were young, and the grandweans too, and the bad times, like when we had to pawn my wooden leg to buy food.
I know I’ve not got long to go, but I’ve still got my sense of smell, so my heart leaps because my Dora, she’s always been so good to me, aye, she’s baking treacle scones, my absolute favourite.
I can’t make myself heard – my voice is only a croak now – so I drag myself out of bed, hop painfully to the top of the stairs, and slide down on my bum like we used to do as bairns.
I’m totally done in now so, on my hands and knee, I crawl to the kitchen where a vision, a mountain of scones – treacle, wheaten and fruit – sit still warm on the table.
I drag myself across the floor, haul my fast-fading body up the table leg, hoping to taste just one last mouthful of perfection before I snuff it.
As my trembling hand fumbles towards the majestic mound of mouth-watering manna, a ladle cracks my knuckles, followed by the words ‘Hands off, auld yin, they’re for the funeral’.