Wednesday's Words on a Friday

On Wednesdays, Delores, from Under The Porch Light, has a word challenge 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?

Delores is taking a break from the challenge for a few weeks, so I’ll be putting up a piece (or six) of my own that I wrote without Delores’s words. I hope I haven’t already featured these.

Here is my story, incomplete as usual:

The boy stood by the fence at the end of the yard, looking across the field of green grassy stuff. Wheat they'd said. Of course, he knew about wheat, but he'd never seen it growing.

To him, the field looked like a giant, green, knee high sea of nothing. He'd thought his uncle George and Aunt Lynne lived near a town, but he'd seen no town on the long drive out here. 

There'd been a small collection of buildings where they'd stopped so Aunt Lynne could get extra milk and bread now that he was here....surely that couldn't have been the town! At dusk, most of the buildings had been shut already. There weren't any people around. Where were the cafes? the video arcades? Surely all proper towns had those things? There weren't even any neon signs. None that had been lit anyway.

What was he going to do with himself out here in the middle of nowhere? He'd never been out of the city before. 

His parents had decided he needed some time away; he'd heard them talking about him spending too much time with "that gang", always at the video arcade, never getting any fresh air and just last week some of the older boys in "that gang" had been in trouble with the police.

It was time for Simon to see a different way of life, get out of the city for the summer. Two days later, Uncle George and Aunt Lynne had arrived to take him to their home in the country.

The wheat field didn't belong to them, he knew that, they weren't farmers at all, just preferred the quiet life away from the city noise.

Uncle George had asked him this morning what his favourite foods were and Aunt Lynne had written a list, then driven off to the same store they'd stopped at yesterday. Simon wondered how many of his favourite foods she'd find there. He'd bet his last dollar there wouldn't be MacDonald's burgers and fries coming home today.