Yesterday I got lucky and had my word selected for Linda G Hill’s JUST JOT IT JANUARY.
Which means it was that day’s word prompt for all those who would like to play along!
Clearly I chose mendaciloquent, because who doesn’t love that word as much as I do?
Well, everyone who has never heard of it before I guess…
Seeing as my word was the word of the day – I wanted to add my Just Jot it January to the pile.
Thanks to Linda for using my word, and for everyone brave enough to step up to the challenge of such a word 🙂
Here’s my jot ~ enjoy!
‘Christopher.’ My grandfather’s voice called from across the living room, rough and kind but not demanding. ‘Did I ever tell you the story about the year I walked along the damp floor of the Costa Rican rainforest?’
I picked the clean pot off the counter and stuffed my tea cloth in, swirling it around the inside.
I tilted my head in his direction to answer and took a moment to really see my grandfather, sitting patiently, his crooked fingers steepled just in front of his mischievous smile.
My mother leaned in and whispered, ‘Be careful of that mendaciloquent old man, if you listen long enough, you’ll turn out just like him.’ She winked, flicking warm, sudsy dish water at my face while she laughed.
She loved that man before I was born and could not hide her pride in his story telling ways.
I bit at my grandfathers invitation, as I always did, and slunk down on the carpet beside his rocking chair.
Thinking as I pulled my legs up under me I am too old for this– but also knowing that through the eyes of this remarkable old man – I am still a child.
Taking his soft, wrinkled hand in mine I rested my head on his leg like I did years ago, listening to the slow, rhythmic rattle of of his breath mingle with the hum of the oxygen tank.
‘No papa,’ I say looking up into his gentle face. ‘Tell me your story.’
From the kitchen I can almost hear my mother smile and for a time we get lost in his vibrant, artful lies and fall ever deeper, under his spell.
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