On Wednesday’s, 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.
Sometimes a story suggests itself immediately.
It’s a fun challenge…why not join in?
This week's words are:
2. blurred lines
this week, Delores has also given us a photo.
Here is my short story:
His eyesight was no longer as discerning as it once was, so the lines between the sexes were sometimes blurred; quite often, young men with longer hair would also get the wink and the hat tip.
Especially young Ted, who favoured pink shirts and whose hair flowed over his shoulders.
Just this morning, Bob had wandered around at the local school fete and had made old Mrs. Hallow blush furiously by planting a kiss on her cheek and declaring her a hot young vixen.
At lunch, he'd sat with a group of giggling young girls and while eating his fish and chips had told them they were all so beautiful he couldn't decide which one of them to marry.
After waving goodbye to the young girls, Bob stopped at the flower stall and bought a large bunch of roses. He walked down several blocks to the small church and let himself into the cemetery. Bob carefully laid the roses by his wife's headstone then settled himself on the bench seat that had been placed there so he could sit comfortably while he told Jeannie about his week.
"I miss you, Jeannie", he'd say, "of all the women in this town, there's none that can match you".