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, at Riot Kitty’s site.
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 images. 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:
4. dash cam
Here is my story:
"I can't get this thing to sit right! Stupid dash cam. Where are the instructions?"
"Here, but they haven't magically transformed into proper English, they're still Chinese with pictures."
The screwdriver slipped from his sweaty fingers and he swore.
"Well, that's not going to do you any good," she said. "You should have bought the other model, I would have given you the extra hundred."
"I don't want to be owing you any more money, five hundred is bad enough; I don't know when I'll be able to pay you back."
"I don't care about when. I know you'll pay me back eventually. But you can't start an undercover surveillance business with crappy equipment."
"I should have kept all my Dad's stuff from when he was a security guard," he said. "He didn't have a dash cam, just binoculars and a video camera, still, they would have come in handy."
"Hmmm," she said. "How about a cup of tea? We'll sort something out while we take a break."
"Did I tell you about the time he worked security for the Beatles concert back in '64? He got to shake George Harrisons hand and was given a couple of tickets to the show as part of the payment. He gave one ticket to his sister, my Aunt Helen and the other to his best mate, Stanley. They met at the gates and ended up married. I grew up hearing those stories; for years, the meeting, the concert, the wedding."
"Is that a yes or no on the cup of tea?" she asked.
"Definitely a yes." He wiped off his hands, put the dashcam and screwdrivers in his bag and followed her inside.