Wednesday's Words on a Friday

The original Words for Wednesday was begun by Delores and eventually taken over by a moveable feast of participants when Delores had computer troubles.

The aim of the words is to encourage us to write, a story, a poem, whatever comes to mind.
If you are posting an entry on your own blog, please let us know so we can come along and read it.

This month the words are supplied by and can be found here.

NEXT month, the words will be supplied by me and can be found right here at Drifting Through Life.

This week's words are:


1. gaseous
2. green
3. ghostly
4. grammar
5. glob
6. ghoul

and/or:

1. dastardly
2. dunce
3. dragon
4. destiny
5. doberman
6. dinner

Here is my story:

The small,  gaseous, green cloud emanating from the glob of whatever-that-was, reminded Tom of the ghostly apparitions in his favourite childhood movie, "Ghostbusters". Unfortunately, the cause of this chemical reaction was lost to him. Tom had never paid much attention in chemistry class. Or any other class for that matter. Learning just enough to pass to the next grade was fine with him. Tom's main ambition was to leave school as soon as he was legally able and bum his way around the country as a seasonal worker. Cities and offices were not for him, no sir!
He wouldn't be needing math, or grammar, certainly not chemistry. When he got the lowest test score and Mr Franklin pronounced him the class dunce, he hadn't minded one bit. 

Bumming around the country had been a good life, Tom's needs were few and most of his pay, little as it was, had built up nicely in his bank account. But as the years passed, the fruit picking and other odd jobs had dried up, with more and more small farms being bought out by big machinery conglomerates.  

Tom had one day found himself on the outskirts of a small city, working at a breeding kennel, mucking out the stalls, washing up the food and water bowls, exercising the animals as they awaited the birth of their puppies.

The owner, a scrawny woman of indeterminate age, reminded Tom of a dragon, with her fierce manner, spiky hair and fingernails like claws.  But Olivia loved her Dobermans and was very particular about the welfare of her 'girls' as she called them.  Tom learned their dinner time and what they ate, as well as the amount, was of the utmost importance.  No cheap-and-nasty backyard breeding was going on here. These were pedigreed bitches who would produce A-grade puppies, only one litter every two years and no more than three litters before being given a break from mothering. The destiny of most of the pups was to be trained as guard dogs for security firms.

Tom calmly and quietly removed Princess, the current inhabitant of the birthing room, then went to fetch Olivia. After two years he'd grown quite fond of her and the animals, which he cared for just as much as she did. One look at his face when he appeared at the back door, and Olivia was heading towards the shed in an instant. "Poison!" she spat, "that dastardly Lewis I bet", she said more quietly. "He's been wanting a puppy for years and I keep refusing him, because I know he wants one to train as a fighter. Dog fighting is illegal, just like those awful cock-fights that go on down below the border. He said last time he'd be getting back at me, and this poisonous gas would have killed Princess before her pups were delivered. Where is she now?"
"I've put her in the empty kennel row, lots of straw and a bowl of water. How would Lewis have got in here anyway?"
"That ghoul probably hitched a ride with the straw delivery van, they have a new driver who wouldn't know Lewis from Adam" said Olivia. She covered the smelly glob with a spadeful of dirt then a bucket, thankful the gas hadn't spread very far. "Let's get the other girls out of the other room, make sure there isn't anything else in their stalls, we'll take them up to the house."
A whimper from the small shed had them both turning that way. "Sounds like Princess has begun," said Olivia. "This is her second litter, she'll be fine for a while. You start moving Queenie and Sheba while I go and ring Dr Wentworth, he'll come out and check on her as she delivers."
"What about the other girls?" asked Tom. "You want me to check the field kennels after I move Queenie and Sheba?"
"Good idea," said Olivia. "I don't think Lewis would have gone all the way down there, but check anyway."
 
 

Comments

  1. Yikes! Well done with the words. But really, really scary. When we were raising puppies, everything revolved around the expectant mother and her comfort. Can't imagine how I would have reacted to sabotage!

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    1. Diane; thank you, I remember reading about your family and the Old English Sheepdogs. I don't suppose there's a lot of sabotage that goes on, but I wanted a bad character.

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  2. Wow..that really held my attention all the way through. Lewis is a (pardon the expression) turd for trying to harm the animals.

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    1. only slightly confused; thank you, I'm so glad it held your attention all the way through. My plan is to write things that grab and hold the attention, unlike some books I've read lately that didn't hold me even through the first chapter.

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  3. Good story, drew me right in. You did a good job of making Lewis the bad guy!

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    1. S.J.Qualls; thank you. I was hoping I pulled it off well enough.

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  4. WOW, I have to tell you I so love the way your storytelling mind works. You always surprise me. Well done. Hug B

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    1. Buttons Thoughts; I ALWAYS surprise you? Thank you so much :)

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  5. How could anyone be so cruel?

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    1. fishducky; some people, like Lewis here, get their minds twisted when they are denied what they want.

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  6. Such a great story about a young man losing his selfishness, finding his way in life. Hang Lewis, or something do something torturous.

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    1. Susan Kane; I didn't mean for Tom to sound selfish, more that he knew he wasn't cut out for a regular business office job. He does settle down and stay with Olivia and the dogs though.

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  7. Here in the UK it's Thursday evening as I read this, and it's a really good read!
    Thank you

    All the best Jan

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    1. Lowcarb team member; nice little bedtime story for you? Thank you :)

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  8. Good story always so different, I like stories that do not follow a pattern it could go many different ways if continued.
    Merle............

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    1. Merle; that's the best part, having something that could go in many directions.

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  9. Set the dogs on Lewis I say!!

    Good imagination, River...great use of the words. Well done! :)

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    1. Lee; these dogs are all youngish females and haven't been trained as guard dogs, but hiring back one of the earlier pups who has now been trained is a good idea. Perhaps I could work that in for some later chapter. Thanks for the idea.

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  10. Interesting collection of words there River.

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    1. Margaret-whiteangel; thank you, the words were supplied by Delores this week and she gave us a good challenge.
      Next week the words will be supplied by me for the whole month of March.

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  11. River, you have done it again. What an exciting tale. When I was 12 my Cocker Spaniel named Ginger was poisoned. This happened when several of the dogs in our neighborhood were also served the strychnine laced meat. None survived and the menace who killed them was never caught though we all had a pretty good idea who did it.

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  12. Granny Annie; thank you. How awful that your Spaniel was murdered along with others. Poison is such a painful way to die too. It's a pity there was no proof to point a finger at. When I was young we had a German Shepherd who was trained to eat only what we gave him. Any food anywhere, wouldn't be touched unless we gave the OK. I have no idea how Dad managed that, but it's a good idea.

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  13. Bravo!!! You did a fantastic job with this week's words. It's a good story, well-told, but I hope you plan on getting back at that so-and-so who tried to kill the dog.

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  14. .. great story... I hope they find out who did this.( possibly not Lewis?)... and that the new pups are healthy ... .. Barb xxx

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