365 Writing prompt: Morphing

Language evolves.The meaning of a word can shift as we use it differently—think of “cool,””heavy,” or even”literally.” Today give a word an evolutionary push: give a common word a new meaning, explain it to us, and use it in the title of your post.

I cannot think of any word that hasn’t already been morphed in several different ways. Let me pick one and see if it can get an evolutionary push.

The word I have chosen is,  “Who.” My meaning is shiver or shivering.

WHO

Emily went for a walk one day, the wind was blowing, the sky was overcast, “Oh gee” she said,  “I forgot to wear my warm clothes, what will I do now can someone tell me?”

Along came Raggedy Ann, “Did I hear someone doesn’t have warm clothes, my oh my, why aren’t people careful these days you will now suffer from “Who,” disease.”

“You’re not making any sense, ” said Emily, “I’ve never heard of a disease called, “Who.”

“Well it’s a new disease, coined by I forgot her name.”

“Okay, what happens when you have this disease.”

“Emily you’re so naive, you shiver, this is how the “Who” disease affects you, you are shivering aren’t you?”

“Raggedy Ann, you made up this weird disease and you  are  trying to convince me it actually is one, I think you should go and leave me alone.”

“Jeepers weepers, I don’t want to catch, “Who” disease, oh no I can hear me shiver, did I catch it?”

Old man Tommy was trudging along, he heard the last few words, “did I catch it?”

“Dear Emily what on earth did you catch?”

“The “Who” disease,” she said .

“Enough wisecracks, now run along before I turn you  into a, “Who.”

“Oh no Uncle Tommy don’t do that, I’m running home right now!” 😦

………………………………… 🙂

 

Prothom diner shurjo First Day’s Sun by Tagore Translated by Ranu

The first day’s sun by Rabindranath  Tagore

English: Rabindranath Tagore Русский: Рабиндра...

English: Rabindranath Tagore Русский: Рабиндранат Тагор (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The first day’s sun

inquired

at the presence of a new birth___

who are you?

Did not get a reply.

Years went by.

The last day’s sun

uttered the last question

on the western bank of the ocean

on a still evening__

who are You?

Yet there was no response.