Wednesday's Words on a Friday
On Wednesday’s, Delores,
from Under The Porch Light, has a meme which she calls
“Words for Wednesday”.
She puts up a selection
of six words which we then use in a short story, or a poem.
I’m hopeless at poetry
so I always do a story.
It’s a fun challenge…why
not join in?
This week's words are:
1. glittering
2. nasal
3. superb
4. venting
5. spurious
6. chain
Delores has also favoured us with a phrase, "faster than a lie from a cheating husband"
Here is my short story:
The news spread through
the village faster than a lie from a cheating husband.
Mrs. Jackson's daughter
Rachel was back in town.
"Saw her with my very own eyes!"
The nasal
voice of Mrs. Silver caught the attention of every woman lined up at the
checkout.
"I was closing my curtains and saw the taxi pull up in front, so
I looked to see who was visiting from so far away they needed a taxi..."
"Of course you did,
you're always at your window," muttered Vera Jones.
"Well excuse
me!" spluttered Mrs. Silver. "Someone has to keep an eye on things in
that street. If it wasn't for me, Mr. Pressing would never have known about
those boys picking apples from his tree last summer!"
"They were his
grandsons, staying with him for the summer holidays" said Vera.
"Well how was I to
know that, nobody told me they were coming..." said Mrs Silver.
"Anyway, a young woman gets out of the cab and Mrs Jackson rushes out and
calls 'Rachel, you're here at last', just like she was expecting her."
"Didn't look
anything like the Rachel I remember though, you remember Vera? all that lovely
wavy blonde hair and the sweetest face..."
"What does she look
like now then? " asked Sara Hartwell.
"Skinny as a rake
now and her hair all short and black, six years she's been gone, six years
since she run off with that Tommy Osbourne."
"I remember,"
said said Aggie Black, "Tommy was working with my Dad, had just started a
month or so, Dad said he was a good worker, had a good future with Black's
Plumbing and Repairs if he kept it up, then one morning he just wasn't
there."
"And neither was
Rachel Jackson!" said Mrs Silver.
Pretty soon gossip was
flying thick and fast as each woman tried to get her words heard.
"Fourteen she was
when she run off with young Tommy"
"He wasn't so
young, twenty he was, and should have known better..."
"How did they meet
anyway?"
"Tommy was
installing the new venting system for Mrs Forrest's new clothes dryer...."
"Rachel and her Mum
were round there looking at the new baby...."
"You know I can't
remember a year back then when there wasn't a new Forrest baby, popped them out like
peas from a pod she did..."
Nods all around as Vera
said, "there's ten of 'em! Six boys and four girls...I don't know how she
manages."
Aggie said "I've
only got the two and they're handful enough even now they're at school"
"Such an angel she
was, Rachel I mean, always helping her Mum, superb school record, never missed
a single day...."
Others chimed in with
spurious claims...."she wasn't always so sweet and innocent..."
"I heard she and
Angie...." "What about that
time..." "No! Really?"
The checkout operator
just kept scanning and bagging all the
women's groceries, thinking to herself, "If I tried to even say hello they
wouldn't hear me"
Once through the checkout,
the group of women walked over to the cafe and sat themselves at two of the
larger tables to continue their gossiping.
Rachel stepped out from
the canned soup aisle and came to Angie's checkout.
"Did you hear all
that?" said Angie. "I
did," laughed Rachel, "and they didn't even recognise you, all the
while going on about the time you and I stole trinkets from the variety store.
Think I'll go out there and say hello, give them the surprise of their
lives.."
Angie giggled and said
"oh please, I'd love to see their faces!"
Rachel paid for her
tomato soup and strolled over to the group who were still chattering as they
drank coffee and ate pastries. "Hello Mrs Silver, ladies..."
Several jaws dropped
open as the women stared in shock at the striking young woman Rachel had
become. Jet black hair, short and straight, tiny black leather vest over a
skimpy t-shirt dress and a glittering chain linking the stud in her earlobe
with another at the top of Rachel's ear.
"ah...ah....it's
nice to see you again Rachel," said Mrs Silver, "we heard you've been
living in the city...."
"In Sydney,"
said Vera, "with that Tommy Osbourne."
"Did he come home
with you?" asked Aggie, "my Dad was so cross when he didn't turn up
for work, said Tommy was the best apprentice he'd ever had."
"We heard you'd run
off because you were pregnant" said Meg Brown.
Rachel laughed at that.
"We knew there'd be that kind of talk, but I wasn't pregnant."
"Why did you both
run off to the city then? said Mrs Silver
"It was just one of
those crazy, wild, love at first sight things," said Rachel, "we
wanted to be together and by ourselves, so we went. We hadn't really thought it
through.......just packed some clothes and took off."
"Where's Tommy now
then?" "Why isn't he with
you?" "what did you do for
six years in Sydney?"
The questions came all
at once while Rachel just sat there smiling.
At last she said,
"it was hard for a while, I was so young and Tommy needed to find a job,
our little bit of money wasn't going to last very long in Sydney, we stayed
with friends for a while, people who had known Tommy's family, they helped him
find a job with a construction company and after a few months he was earning
enough money so we could rent a flat. We got furniture from the charity
stores..."
"But where's
Tommy?" asked Mrs Silver. "What's happened that you are back here all
alone?"
"I'm not alone Mrs
Silver," Rachel dropped a bombshell into the group. "I'm pregnant now
and Tommy is coming home too, as soon as he finalises things in Sydney."
She glanced at Aggie. "He's going to apologise to your Dad....and ask about a job....if your Dad needs help."
Then a further bombshell, "we were married last spring."
She walked off and waved at Angie through the supermarket window as the women sat stunned for a moment.
Then the gossip started again....."well I never...."
Oh River - this is lovely. And very, very familiar. I lived in a country town for a while and they knew (or thought they knew) EVERYTHING. I remember going to buy some milk one morning and being told 'your visitors have left then... saw the sheets on your line'. Which made me realise just how closely I was watched.
ReplyDeleteYou write the MOST interesting stories!!
ReplyDeleteThere's nothing like backyard, clothesline gossip to cause trouble...
ReplyDeleteGreat job on the prompts.
Elephant's Child; small towns are great for gossip stories, everyone can relate to knowing everything and everyone, the slower pace of life in general. A bonus is that if anything or anyone is out of place,strangers perhaps, everyone is keeping an eye out.
ReplyDeletefishducky; so glad you liked it.
Delores; thank you, this was one where the story almost wrote itself.
There's nothing like a good old gossip - and there's a group of them in your story. I'm so glad Rachel confronted them!
ReplyDeleteWow!! You've written a book! What a wonderful story though. Your characters came to life as I read your story. I don't think you need too much about the people in your writing group. You should knock 'em dead.
ReplyDeleteAlways great to have a story with a happy ending too.
Brilliant! I've just watched an old BBC series called "Wives and Daughters", based on an Elizabeth Gaskell novel and gosh this reminds me so much of the gossip going on there. Where do people find the time or energy for it all?
ReplyDeleteI live in a small town, plus I'm a foreigner (therefore very dangerous...) so I know there are a lot of twitching lace curtains around me. Although I quite like winding them all up a bit. Not too much, because I still have to live here. :-)
After living in a more anonymous city before, it came as quite a shock to meet people who already "knew" so much about what I did each day.
You've graduated from a vignette to a short short story! Terrific job!
ReplyDeleteOh, the gossip line is well and flourishing! Great story--well crafted.
ReplyDeletejabblog; Rachel's not a shy hideaway that's for sure.
ReplyDeleteMimsie; not quite a book and it isn't ended yet. There's more rolling around in my mind.
Marie; I like the mental image of the twitching lace curtains. So you're the object of the gossip in your town? How much time do they need to accept you as one of them? Or will you always be the foreigner?
Susan; I'm hoping to add to it and get a short story. There are words flying around in my brain.
Susan Kane; thank you. I quite like a gossipy little group as long as they don't get vindictive.
I'll always be a foreigner here. Even people from the next town are considered foreigners :-)
ReplyDeleteThey also have a fabulous snooping device called a skvallerspegel (literally a gossip mirror) which is an angled mirror you can set up in the window and see what is going on out in the street. Hilarious. You can google images to see what they look like.
Marie; a gossip mirror?? I'm stunned. Although it explains a bit about my mother who had Swedish ancestry and still has family there now, although mum died 9 years ago.
ReplyDeleteWell, I'll be! This is a well developed micro and it certainly kept my attention. I want to know more.
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