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 Margaret Adamson and friend Sue and can be found here.
This week's words are in actual fact, two photographs, supplied by Margaret's friend Bill, which I have included in my little whimsy:
Bob Seagull: I really hate off-season, the beach is so quiet with no families around.
Nancy Seagull: not a chip to be seen for miles. We're going to have to forage in the waves again.
Bob Seagull: should we wait for the others?
Nancy Seagull: probably, but I'm getting a bit hungry. Where are they all anyway?
Bob Seagull: They're in that disused Railway Tunnel over by the breakwater. Felicity Tern's eggs are beginning to hatch and Kevin Tern hasn't yet returned from scoping out that new fishing ground, so she's a bit stressed, Angie and Janet are keeping her company, while Felix and Bobo are out looking for Kevin.
Nancy Seagull: Felicity's eggs are hatching? Why didn't you tell me?? I should be there! Why didn't you say something? does she not want me there? why doesn't she like me?
Bob Seagull: don't carry on like that. You remember she built the nest way back in the shadows and you don't like the dark so much.
Nancy Seagull: oh that's right. Well, I hope the hatching goes well. Let's not wait for them, I'm really hungry now, how about we fly over by the old jetty and see what's washed up?