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 messymimi and can be found here.
Here is my story: an installment of Lost and Found
Late in the afternoon, after spending most of the morning on the reef and getting quite wet from the waves, Robert, Vanessa and Tom climbed back up to the retreat. Vanessa was eager for a shower and change of clothes and as she put it “a bucket load of moisturiser on my face!” After they had all freshened up Rob and Van met with Ed and Sara in the sitting room while Tom took his camera and bag of films to the newly refurbished darkroom. He set the films aside, set out trays and checked the paper supply, deciding to spend a couple of hours after dinner with developing today’s photos. “The black and white ones first,” he thought, “the colour film can wait.”
He arrived in the sitting room in time to hear the tail end of a conversation; “I always liked Fred Astaire,” Sara was saying. “Such a debonair gentleman.” Vanessa said, “My Aunt Louise always called him ‘the dapper tapper’ and I think she watched every movie he ever made.” Ed said, ”You know, I remember Stephanie can tap dance. She’s no Ginger Rogers, but she knows her way around a stage. Do you think we can somehow bring that back for her?” Tom sat in the only available seat and said, “I can’t dance, I always feel awkward out on a dance floor and seem to have three left feet. But I have an idea about Stephanie. She liked to dance, right?” Ed and Sara nodded and Tom continued, “what about some music therapy to go along with the painting therapy? If we can wake her up to rhythm and tempo, perhaps other things will follow?”
“That’s a great idea,” said Vanessa. “I wouldn’t have thought of that,” said Ed. “I should have thought of it,” said Sara. “I’ve been blind. We have an old piano here and I’ve seen her touch it as she walks past.” “Do you have any other kind of musical instrument here?” asked Rob. “What about a record player and some old dance music? A few waltzes or something a bit bouncy to get her toes tapping? If we just played it quietly in the background she might begin to listen in. And by “we” I mean you two, Van and I will have to be getting back to the farm in a day or so. What about you Tom? Are you coming or staying?” “I think I’ll stay a while longer if that’s alright with you two,” said Tom. “You’ve got Gary to help out, I’m sure he won’t mind staying on if you need him and there’s things I need to do here. Talk to the Police for a start. But when and where?” A horn outside announced the arrival of a car and Tom looked through the window to see Detective Inspector Stanley Grace and Detective Irene Fargo stepping out of their hired car. He turned back to the others. “Well, it looks like the when and where decision has been made for me,” he said.