Tuesday’s Word of the Week 11-28-2017

cafila

noun

ca·fi·la \ ˈkafələ , ˈkä- \


Definition

1. A caravan of travelers; a military supply train or government caravan; a string of pack horses.


Examples

They were large animals — nearly of the shape and size of small horses — and travelling in single file; as they were, the troop at a distance presented something of the appearance of a “cafila,” or caravan.
Popular Adventure Tales

Thereupon mounting on the camel, he proceeded along with the cafila.
The Turkish Jester or, The Pleasantries of Cogia Nasr Eddin Effendi

This is a case much dwelt on by the old travellers, and which throws a gloom over the spirits of all Bedouins, and of every cafila or caravan. Narrative and Miscellaneous Papers


Origin

The word ‘cafila’ comes from an Arabic word meaning ‘caravan’.


https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary
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Sunday Photo Fiction – November 26th 2017

If you like writing challenges, Sunday Photo Fiction is a great one!

Sunday Photo Fiction

Each week a photo is used, donated by one of the participants of Sunday Photo Fiction, and the idea is to write a story with the photo as a prompt in 200 words or less. Careful editing will keep your words within the confines of the 200 word limit. The photo doesn’t have to be centre stage, there have been times when I have had to read the story a few times to spot where the prompt is hidden. Please include a mention and / or link to whoever donated the photo.

The challenge makes you look at replacing two words with one, and a little jiggery pokery. A few words over is sometimes necessary when there is no way of shrinking it without losing an integral part of the story. Using a program like Microsoft Word or Open Office have a word counter so you can see how…

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Sunday Photo Fiction 11-25-2017


“Did you know praying mantises used to be worshiper as Gods?”

“God of bugs?”

“The harvest.”

“Harvest? Don’t they eat the harvest or something?”

He shook his head. “That’s grasshoppers. They eat insects.”

“Others insects?”

“And each other.”

“So why did they worship them as Gods?”

“Because, see it’s front arms. It looks like it is praying.”

“Well, sort of.”

“It does.”

They were silent for a few moments, watching the insect on the wall; filled with the wonder of life all around them, thick with the scent of fresh-cut hay and horses.

The shadow of their father fell over them, hands folded in prayer.