On Wednesdays, assorted people have been taking monthly turns at putting up a selection of six (or twelve) words which is called “Words for Wednesday”.
We have taken over this meme from Delores, who is gradually retiring from the blogging world.
This month the meme continues here, at the most - - of every moment.
Essentially the aim is to encourage us to write.
Each week we are given a choice of prompts: which can be words, phrases, music or an image. What we do with those prompts is up to us: a short story, prose, a song, a poem, or treating them with ignore...
Some of us put our creation in comments on the post, and others post on their own blog. I would really like it if as many people as possible joined into this fun meme.
If you are posting on your own blog - let us know, via comments, so that I, and other participants, can come along and applaud.
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:
Ted breezed in through the door and planted a kiss on the top of his wife's head. "I smell something delicious," he said. "What gourmet offering are we being honored with tonight?"
"I'll tell you if you can give me an word for wild horses, eight letters, there's a 'g' in it," Gloria said as she tapped her pencil on the edge of the crossword book open before her.
"Mustangs" said Ted. "Now what's for dinner?"
"Southern fried chicken with baked potatoes," Gloria replied. "Your mother is in the kitchen right now cooking up a storm.
Ted's face blanched and he backed up a step. "Mum's here? Why? When did she arrive? Did you tell her? Please say you haven't told her. You know how she likes to take over everything."
Gloria soothed him, "Don't worry I haven't breathed a word. Carol is on a book signing tour, she received an award for her latest novel, that fictional comedy called "That's Classified- the FBI exposed".
She's been here almost since you left this morning and made me promise not to phone you. She wants to surprise you."
"I'm surprised alright. Anyway, how are you feeling?" Ted's voice dropped to a whisper. "Any morning sickness today?"
Gloria smiled. "Not even a hint of queasiness," she whispered back, "and I hope it stays away. I want to enjoy your mother's surprise dinner."
Carol had heard them talking and came in from the kitchen. "Teddy! You're finally home. I thought I'd surprise you with your favourite dinner, I made Gloria promise not to call you. Has she told you about the book signing? My newest novel has really taken off. I should have tried comedy ages ago."
"Mum, how nice to see you, what a surprise," said Ted hugging Carol.
"Carol has asked me to go along with her tomorrow, to the book store, and help with the book signing, of course I can't actually sign anything, but it sounds like fun and I can make sure she takes a break now and again. I was planning to plant out the petunia beds, but that can wait for the weekend."
"Well, sounds like you have the day organised, give me a call around lunchtime and let me know how it's going." Ted turned to Carol, "how's dinner coming along? Gloria said Southern fried chicken, shall I set the table yet?"