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 had been having computer problems
This month the meme continues here, with words supplied by Susan Kane.
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. We 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 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:
and we have this:
He looked at his phone, turned pale, then quickly left the room. She watched him, smiling.
here is my story:
He looked at his phone, turned pale, then quickly left the room. She watched him, smiling. A door slammed upstairs, his study, she thought. Of course he would go straight to his hide-away, she'd known he would, it was where he kept all his little secrets.
A small part of her felt sorry for him, but she couldn't stop now, she was on a roll, things had to be kept moving, her future security was at stake here. His mother had warned her, years ago, but she had chosen to ignore the fluctuations in his personality.
Now, of course, she could no longer do so. One pretence in particular had seemed hilarious at the beginning, his "belief" that he had descended from a temple god in North Tibet, the robes he wore around the house, his use of floor cushions instead of a chair, she thought it all quite funny at the start.
But a call from her stock-broker had put an end to that. He told her he couldn't continue selling those stocks without a face to face meeting, her inheritance was depleting at a rapid rate, her latest dividend report was very bad, she needed to come in to the office and discuss things. The shock was enormous, and she'd made arrangements immediately for meetings and inquiries to find out what had been going on.
She'd hired a private detective who had uncovered his monetary foolings, his shady dealings, his forged signatures on "her" letters to the stockbroker, instructing him to sell or buy and so on, while all the time somehow managing to move most of her money into a private account in his name only.
He'd been hiding his true intentions all along, distracting her with different personality changes, different beliefs, even one time dressing in her clothes, pretending he felt more comfortable as a woman! He'd kept her 'off balance' for years and she'd never suspected he might be conniving behind her back.
The phone call he'd just received was from the Tax office. He was to be audited and the Auditor was arriving this very afternoon to collect all his books and papers. She wondered if they would allow him to wear those silly robes in prison.