⚠ Proceed at your own risk ⚠
This
year again I choose an easy way out. Each day I'm going to solve the Wordle
of the day, using as starter a word beginning with the letter of
the day. I plan to post the A-Z post around noon every day of April. As the alternative badges, as supplied by Lissa suggest travel I'll prefer travel-related words as starter words, and if at all possible, I'll avoid words containing the same letter more than once.
I'll maybe add a few words about my chosen starter word if fancy takes me and I have time and energy for it, else I'll just post the solution - or not in the case that I did not solve it.
Today my starting word is Shots.
The average today is 5 or very challenging - I am below average today - with some luck.
Wordle 1.768 3/6
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Shots - I cannot believe I never told this story, but search as I may, I find no trace of it. I hinted at this too in my Bucket list part two - the have done-list:
Seen forest fires and deserts grand.
I've been to many a foreign land.
How many? Well, I cannot count,
As many are no more around.
I've been shot at in Damascus once.
I've candied quince,
Dined with a prince,
And also stayed for days with nuns,
... "I've been shot at in Damascus once." is the line here.
As I vividly remember having told this tale in writing once before, I'm going to search some more.
I found it - maybe I posted it as a comment to a long ago post on shootings, anyway here it is:
I have been shot at in Damascus once ... Me and one other girl from the travelling school with buses were on our way to the harbour, walking down a street, talking, fooling around, trying to find our way, and totally only mending our own business. Then suddenly we heard some loud cracking noices. Firewroks, we thought, but then we heard a zing-like noise close to us, and saw a hole appear in a wall in front of us. They were shooting!
We looked back, a group of men stood there, guns (rifles I think) at the ready.We looked ahead, more men, more guns. Loud yells from one group was answered by yells, waving of guns and a single shot from the other end of the street. They were angry. Not at us, but at one another. We were just in the wrong place, and we wanted noting but out! The street was fairly broad, but the rows of houses went on unbroken on both sides, no byways, no door opnings to shelter us. But a telephone booth stood near by. Old, worn, some windows broken, but for us it was golden! The lower "windows" all the way round were made of metal. We dived in. Lay down half inclined on our backs. And then we waited, smoking cigarette after cigarette. We heard more shouting, more shots, some whizzing close by, one even hitting the top of "our" booth. When silence finally fell, we barely dared move. But looking out, we saw a clear street, no black clad, shouting men, no dead bodies, nobody in short. We walked off, hastily, but not running. And we never told of what happened, as we had been in the wrong.
And now for today's Wordle:



