Written for Sunday Whirl Wordle – #741. Our host is
Brenda Warren; her prompt words for this week are
shown below. The image I used is borrowed from
Blog 57 entitled “onestà svizzera” (Swiss honesty).
Here’s where the prompts took me.
wonderland, bound, morning, ice, knees,
hope, wheel, three, cape, head, and cross

The red train carved through Switzerland’s winter wonderland, bound for Rome. Cardinal Alessio pressed his forehead against the frosted glass, watching ice crystals catch the morning light.
Three days until the conclave. Three decades since he’d taken his vows.
His knees ached from years of prayer, yet lately the words felt hollow. He touched the cross at his chest; the weight of it different now, heavier somehow. Through the window, he watched the great wheel of the train as it rolled past the mountains, their peaks dusted white like a monk’s cape.
There was a letter in his pocket, unopened, from Massimo. His childhood friend had chosen a different path …. marriage, children, a bookshop in Lugano. Massimo’s annual letters always came in winter, filled with ordinary joys that made Alessio’s head spin with what-ifs.
The train climbed higher. Soon they’d cross the border, and he’d be swept into the machinery of the Vatican again, the decision-making, the politics, the absolute certainty expected of him.
But here, suspended between countries, between the man he was and the man he’d become, Alessio allowed himself one dangerous thing: hope. Not for answers, but for the courage to ask the right questions.
The mountains stood silent, keeping his secrets.
NAR©2026
This is “The Lost Art of Keeping a Secret” by Queens of the Stone Age
All text and graphics are copyright for Nancy Richy and are not to be used without permission. NAR©2017-present.

Good take Nancy.
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Thank you, Di. I find these wordles unlock so many ideas.
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I love to do them.
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Beautifully written, Nancy.
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Thank you, dear Keith. None of us escapes the “what-ifs” in life.
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wonderful ❤️
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Thank you, Gary! So pleased to know you enjoyed my story.
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Bravo, Nancy! This was some top tier story telling!
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Thanks so much, Jodi. Don’t we all feel like Alessio at times?
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I hope we all have his capacity for hope 🤞
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This was delightful to read! Very beautifully done sis!
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Grazie, cara mia. We’ve all been there at some point in our lives.
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So much said/described/implied in such a well written short story Nancy, …you feel for the characters, jumping into their lives, wanting them to be, at the very least, happy with choices made, … Alessio and Massimo, and the ‘what ifs?’ … we hope, …always live in hope, …AND saying that, I hope you’re having a great Tuesday, and your week is going well. ( or at least as well as can be expected, …I’m covering all the bases!) …💙🤗
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Absolutely spot on, dear Penn! I love this comment. Thank you, my friend! ❤️
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✨💙🤗🌹✨
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No matter who you used to be, part of the original always remains, eh?
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Always. And there ain’t nothing we can do about it. Thanks, Ron.
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Nancy this is a very touching story my friend
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Thank you, dear sister. At some point in our lives, I believe we all say “what if”.
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A probing story into what is the right thing to do …
And I too always wander
About the “what if’s”
Sometimes it’s a guilty conscience
Sometimes it’s a wishful conscience
Lyrics, I’m Gonna Get Me To The Road
My tired legs brought me to this place
My tired eyes just to see your face
My worn heart can’t take it anymore
My poor heart, what’s it waiting for?
They play what they call music in my ears
They’re playing something I don’t want to hear
The king of the night just gave me such a fright
I think those are hands around my waist
But I’ve been drinking so long I can’t taste
And who is he? Who is she? What they saying to me?
I know I’ve met that one before
Does my face deserve to be ignored?
I’ve had about enough, tonight I can’t be tough
Call someone, get them, pick me up
Call someone, I just dropped my cup
There’s plenty around to see me going down
My tired legs brought me to this place
My tired eyes just to see your face
My worn heart can’t take it anymore
My poor heart has seen all this before
I’m gonna get me to the road
I’m gonna get me where I know
A cowboy come along, I’ll screw my head back on
And I’ll be feeling better in the morn
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Thank you, my friend. I have found as we get older, the “what-ifs” visit us much more regularly. All the more reason to savor our wonderful memories.🥰
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Those “what if’s “ are like creepy caterpillars, we keep wishing one they’ll grow into beautiful butterflies 🦋
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Wonderful analogy, dear Ivor. 🦋
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