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. Sadly, Delores has now closed her blog forever due to other problems.

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 to read it and add a few encouraging words.

This month the words/prompts are supplied by Hilary Melton-Butcher and can be found here

This week's words/prompts are: 

1. eyebrow 2. roiling 3. refuse 4. gratifying 5. newsreel 

and/or: 

1. knead 2. air 3. journey 4. port 5. crime

I have included words I didn't use last week.

Also including Charlotte's colour of the month which is Turquoise Blue (my favourite) for June.

Here is my story: 

The television newsreel showed thick black clouds of smoke roiling upward and outward from the firestorm devouring the tons of refuse that had been illegally dumped into the gully and deliberately set alight. While it was gratifying to know we were far enough away from this crime to not be in any danger, we were still close enough to sight the flames racing across the land and feel the heaviness of smoke in the air. 

I had learned in school that humans had been reproducing at an alarming rate and finding places for them all to live was hard, ‘any port in a storm’ was something my grandmother had frequently said when the tightly packed highrise buildings held more and more families on each floor, with the original decently sized apartments being subdivided. 

Mum went around making sure all the windows were shut tight before putting on her new turquoise blue apron (it matched her eyes) and preparing to knead the day’s bread. The journey from a bowl of flour and yeast to a delicious loaf of fresh bread always amazed me. 

I asked for a piece of dough to knead and make my own tiny loaf and Mum raised an eyebrow, reminding me of the last time I had tried this. In turn I reminded her that I was now older and more responsible. She sliced a section off the ball of dough and handed it to me, I diligently followed her every move this time.