Wednesday's Words on a Friday
On Wednesdays, Delores, from Under The Porch Light, 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:
Orlando locked his door, pocketed his key and buried the spare under the third rock in the garden plot beside his doorstep and headed to the showgrounds.
Just an hour later, sweat was visibly flying, with the crowd roaring and clapping their approval at the frenetic pace as Orlando and the other woodchoppers reduced the centre portions of their logs to kindling.
Orlando's axe swung sweet and true, the blade biting deep and releasing easily.
He knew the trophy would be his again this year.
Next year, he would have to watch out for young Mac, down at the end there, his swing was much stronger and more confident than it had been last year.