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Friday, November 27, 2015

Wednesday's Words on a Friday



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 in with this fun meme.  
If you are posting on your own blog - let us know so that we can come along and read your masterpiece. 
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:

1. choose
2. thick
3. reinforce
4. insurance
5. queen
6. interface

and/or

1. statement
2. stool
3. disgrace
4. jaw
5. avenue
6. fun (or was it fur?)

and this sentence prompt: "Most vivid amongst the memories of his hometown.."

Here is my story:

High above the streets, Joshua stood at the window of his city office and thought about the upcoming Christmas break. 
Most vivid amongst the memories of his hometown, Killorn, was Meg. 
Bright, sparkling eyes, ever cheerful demeanor, hair as soft and dark as the sable fur coat he had just finished wrapping as a gift for her. 

In Killorn village, Meg sat on the wider, more comfortable stool and wished her sister, Helena, would choose to be a peasant, or a scarecrow, for the annual Christmas costume party. Anything but a Queen. Her body was.....stout, one might say, and her neck was thick beneath a heavy jaw
Not at all suited to the delicate, almost filmy, fabric she had chosen for her dress. Brocade and velvet would have been better, certainly stronger.

Meg, the seamstress in the family, knew, as insurance, she would have to interface every seam, to reinforce every possible bursting point.
It would be a disgrace indeed, if Meg's delicate stitches and fancy embroideries were to fall apart at the first energetic dance. 

This year, the party was to be held in Victoria Avenue, in the small Memorial Park.
In a statement to the press, the Mayor had announced the Avenue was to be closed to traffic and every tree along it's length was to be strung with dozens of fairy lights. It promised to be a fun night and Josh had promised to be there too. 


** Next month, December, the words can be found here, at Drifting Through Life.

10 comments:

  1. Another winner.
    And I do like that Meg is allowing Helena her dreams. Reinforcing them, but allowing her to be something she isn't for this one day of the year...

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  2. Helena, the Dowager Queen....someone should tell her that she is way past the age (and shape) of being the Belle of the Ball...or the parade! Where is Cinderella when you need her? :)

    A nice little story, River...descriptive and well told.

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  3. As I've already posted my story on Susan's blog, I'm not sure if I'm supposed to post it again here on your blog, River...but I will. If you feel my duplication is unnecessary, feel free to delete it. I won't be offended. :)

    "That sunny day in May would become the MOST VIVID AMONGST THE MEMORIES OF HIS HOME TOWN.

    It was a massive STATEMENT to make because he had many memories to CHOOSE from – some good and some bad. One in particular had brought DISGRACE to the small community.

    For a long time, too long, a THICK, dense cloud of despair had hung heavy over the townsfolk. FUN had become a foreign word. Then suddenly one day as if by magic an INTERFACE between guilt and innocence; sadness and joy formed an invisible link between those who’d suffered and those who’d silently watched on from the sidelines. A common ground was found.

    To REINFORCE the knowledge, the awareness of just how far they’d all come; how far they’d moved on from that fateful time, and as a show of solidarity as their INSURANCE for a brighter, more positive future, he was given the honour to change the name on the street sign.

    Being as tall as he was he didn’t need a ladder to reach and remove the existing sign; the sign that for many years had been a morbid reminder of events the town wished to forget.

    He stood on a STOOL handed to him by a beaming mayor.

    With tears in his eyes, inhaling deeply he clenched his JAW as he attached the new sign...”QUEEN AVENUE”.

    Hopefully, the new name would guide them all towards a brighter future; and the past would become what it was...the past...."

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  4. The ugly duckling or the swan we all have a bit of each in us.
    Merle............

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  5. Hi human, River,

    There's a very thoughtful, seasonal ambience to your well told tail, um, tale.

    Thank you for this.

    Pawsitive wishes and doggy kisses,

    Penny xx

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  6. Elephant's Child; and why not? EVERYONE wants to be, and should have the chance to be, Queen for a day, I always wanted to be the princess or the wicked witch.

    Lee; the girls are young, 20-22, so it's okay to let Helena be the Queen she wants to be, it's only for one party.
    I don't mind at all that you republished your story here. I have readers that don't visit Susan's blog and she has readers that don't come here. This way everybody gets to appreciate your talent.

    Merle; that's very true, and Helena isn't ugly at all, just large, too fond of pastries.

    Penny the superstar; nice to see you here and thank you. I hope your human Gary is well.

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  7. How can Helena not realize the truth? The seams will bust wide open, and all her voluptuousness will pour out! Poor Meg.

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  8. She must have had lovely soft hair..

    The Queen of the jungle came walking by
    Walked in the thick grass, oh what fun
    The stool she saw was rather high
    High up above the protective fence
    The Queen of the jungle jumped up high
    Landing on the stool
    Seeing the Avenue in the distance
    She thought she would have a go
    Jumping off the stool over the fence
    Onto the ground
    But, oh, she scratched her Jaw
    On that wire fence, on the way down

    What was she, the Queen?

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  9. Susan Kane; Meg is an excellent dressmaker who starts her own business after she marries Joshua. She is putting extra fabric at the seams plus reinforcing, the dress will be fine. And Helena eventually loses some weight.

    Margaret-whiteangel; some people are lucky when it comes to hair, my own is soft too, just not thick enough.
    I love your poem and of course The Queen is a cat.

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