On Wednesdays, Delores, from A Feathered Nest has a meme which she calls
"Words for Wednesday".
She puts up a selection of six words which we then use in a short story, if we are able.
Sometimes I look at her words and nothing at all comes to mind.
This week's words are:
Here is my short story:
Rae was close to seething. She'd sent Barry out on some contrived excuse so he'd be away from the farm when all his mates arrived for his surprise birthday lunch. A basic errand, go downtown and pick up a pair of size eight knitting needles at Marty's haberdashery.
Barry should have been home a half hour ago.
Everyone was waiting on the back porch ready to yell "Surprise!"
As they waited, the beer and lemonade were chilling in the icy creek, the cake was ready with 30 candles and the hired rotisserie was slowly spinning, with the hot coals beneath hissing and sparking from the basting sauce dripping off the suckling pig as it turned and browned.
Where on earth was Barry?