Wednesday's Words on a Friday
On Wednesdays, 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:
Here is my story:
Terry Worthington stood in the pouring rain, unmindful that his clothes were now sodden. He gazed at the magnificent locomotive, gleaming under the gentle glow from the nearby gaslight.
The restoration work had been completed yesterday, there was no trace now of the scraped paint, the unholy symbols scratched onto the windows, the work of that villian Arthur Archer, the very same man who had defaced the new carriage belonging to the town mayor, he'd used a pair of horseshoes to scratch symbols in the paint on the doors the same day the carriage had been delivered.
The horseshoes had been used on the locomotive too, along the full length of it, as well as the windows. He'd made an unholy racket doing it, which is how he'd been caught.
Mr and Mrs Smythe had been out walking their new puppy and heard the screeching as the horseshoes were dragged along the iron of the locomotive.