A-Z Challenge,  Save-A-Word Saturday

R is for Roblet – Save-A-Word Saturday (11)

Save-a-Word Saturday

 It’s day R for A to Z, and Save-A-Word Saturday!

The rules run thusly:

1. Create a lovely blog post that links back to this one. The easiest way to do that would be to grab the code under our pretty Save-a-Word Saturday button. Just copy and paste it into the HTML part of your blog.

2. Pick an old word you want to save from extinction to feature in your blog post. It really must be an old word, not just a big one. We are trying to save lovely archaisms, not ugly giants (for example, “Dihydrogen Monoxide” is not an acceptable choice). Luciferous Logolepsy is a great database of lovely words if you’re having trouble coming up with something on your own.

3. Provide a definition of your word. Use your word in a sentence (or even a short paragraph) vaguely related to the theme we have chosen this week. You may also add visual or musical interpretations of your word or your sentence. In fact, add anything that moves your creative spirit.

4. Add your post to the linky list below (it’s down there somewhere). Then hop to as many other blogs as you can in search of as many wonderful words as possible!

5. Use as many of the words as you can on the people in your life. Do leave us a note or add something to your own post to let us all know what wonderful old word you whipped out to befuddle your friends and relations.

This week’s theme is:

And my ‘R’ word for the day…

Roblet – v. to lead astray

Mandelia watched as her daughter opened the window, her small frame shuddering against the cold air billowing in from the night outside.


Christina stopped, her body tense as she leaned against the open window. Slowly, she turned to face Mandelia, her face guilty, but determined.

“I’ll be back before dawn,” she promised, the words clipped and restrained. Mandelia stood still just inside of the room, not daring to take a further step inside.

“Christina, you can’t go to him,” she sighed, her voice tired. She did not want to have this conversation again.

“We’re just going to talk,” Christina muttered, her body already half-turned back towards the window. She lifted one leg over the sill, and eased her body to a sitting position, her legs dangling out in the cold. She was an expert at this craft now.

“Your wedding is tomorrow,” Mandelia reminded her daughter, and Christina let out a gurgled huff, her shoulders heaving.

“I’ll be back in time,” she seethed, her voice low. She turned her body over and lowered it out the window, to the porch railing below. In a matter of seconds, she was gone.

Mandelia always suspected that boy would roblet her daughter, and if ever he was to make his move, tonight would be the night. She sighed again, her body heavy, and then she crossed the room to close the window.

Happy Saturday, everyone!


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