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, or a poem.
I’m hopeless at poetry so I always do a story.
It’s a fun challenge…why not join in?
This week's words are:
here is my story:
Mike's job was to entertain the baby while his mum foraged through the supermarket dumpster for that day's dinner. He'd half filled the bucket with water and a squirt of bubble bath from a bottle salvaged at another dumpster last week. As he washed her face and hands with a flannel, Mike kept watch through the car window.
That beat cop had noticed the car again yesterday and was becoming suspicious, Mike had seen him staring at the licence plate. If he found out Mike and Ally were living in the car with their mum, there'd be social workers coming to take them away.
Mike agitated the soapy water to create more bubbles and watched Ally's dimple appear as she laughed and clapped her little hands.
When his mum came back with a loaf of day old bread, and some over ripe fruit, Mike mentioned the cop. His mum sighed.
"Time to move on then," she said. "Maybe I can get a job in the next town."