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Friday, July 6, 2018

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 Vest and can be found here.

This week's words are: 

1. mixture
2. summer
3. footsteps
4. warmth
5. shelter
6. chilly

Here is my short story:


On this wintry afternoon, I stood in the warmth of my kitchen, stirring the scrambled eggs mixture, thinking how the golden colour of it reminded me of the summer sun.

As I stirred the pan and waited for the toast to pop up, I listened for footsteps along the garden path leading to my front door. Would my son make it home tonight?  Or would he be “sleeping rough” again as he already had so many times this year?

Through my window I could see the clouds gathering, could see the branches beginning to sway in the strengthening winds. The evening was getting chilly out there and I hoped he could at least find shelter, somewhere dry to curl up and sleep.



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    1. Grace; sad for so many who are doing it tough and for those at home who wonder...

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  2. I could feel the cold outside!!

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    1. fishducky; it's a good story when the reader can feel what the writer wants to get across.

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  3. A mothers concern for her child...sad and lovely all at the same time.

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    1. only slightly concerned; mothers never stop worrying do they?

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  4. I hope he can find shelter too. And hope that the shelter becomes permanent. Soon.

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    1. Elephant's Child; perhaps he has a friend or two who can lend a bed for a night.

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  5. Sad that so many people are homeless but he does have a home to go to.
    I really feel like scambled eggs now.
    Merle......

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    1. Merle; perhaps home is too far away right now. I feel like scrambled eggs myself, that might just be dinner tonight.

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  6. I'm hoping there will be a warm reunion later in the evening, and another pan of eggs.

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    1. Val; that would be a great outcome :)

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  7. And for some unpublished reason he prefers to remain homeless.
    I am wondering "Why".

    Nice but sad story.

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    1. Vest; there are probably many reasons people can't go home, some temporary, some permanent.

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  8. This speaks volumes in a few words. A mother never quits being concerned for her babies.

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    1. messymimi; and some babies need more worrying than others.

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  9. You are so good at this and usually leave us hoping things will end well.

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    1. Arkansas Patti; things turning out well isn't always guaranteed, but the hope is there.

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