The Challenge: Write twelve 144-word posts revolving around “The Twelve Days of Christmas.” The posts, written daily for 12 days, are to include a different item from the song.
The Instigator: Blogdramedy
The Item for Day 7: Seven Swans a’Swimming.
The Person all caught up and Ready to Go: Me
“I am certain it was her!” Gramps said.
He left the Scotland Highlands over 20 years ago, but his nightmares of sailing in Loch Ness continued. “Grab the wheel!” He’d yell, as he battled the ghost of Nessie. “She’s in one of her moods!”
I grew up hearing Gramps tell endless stories about Nessie. He told each story with such conviction; it was hard not to believe him.
“They were there. Seven baby swans, just a’swimming on the lake. Suddenly, I saw the familiar ripple in the water. I watched wide-eyed, too scared to blink. Then, I saw her head rise with her mouth wide open. Within seconds, all seven swans were gone!”
“Gramps, I believe you.”
I put my arm around him and started towards the house. Nessie raised her head slightly above the water and watched as Gramps disappeared in the distance.