Wednesday's Words on a Friday

On Wednesdays, assorted people have been taking monthly turns at putting up a selection of six (or twelve) words which is called “Words for Wednesday”.

We have taken over this meme from Delores, who had been having computer problems

This month the meme continues here, with words supplied by Susan Kane.**

Essentially the aim is to encourage us to write.   

Each week we are given a choice of prompts: which can be words, phrases, music or an image.  What we do with those prompts is up to us:  a short story, prose, a song, a poem, or treating them with ignore...

Some of us put our creation in comments on the post, and others post on their own blog.  We would really like it if as many people as possible joined in with this fun meme.  

If you are posting on your own blog - let us know so that we can come along and read your masterpiece. 

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. choose

2. thick

3. reinforce

4. insurance

5. queen

6. interface

and/or

1. statement

2. stool

3. disgrace

4. jaw

5. avenue

6. fun (or was it fur?)

and this sentence prompt: "Most vivid amongst the memories of his hometown.."

Here is my story:

High above the streets, Joshua stood at the window of his city office and thought about the upcoming Christmas break. 

Most vivid amongst the memories of his hometown, Killorn, was Meg. 

Bright, sparkling eyes, ever cheerful demeanor, hair as soft and dark as the sable fur coat he had just finished wrapping as a gift for her. 

In Killorn village, Meg sat on the wider, more comfortable stool and wished her sister, Helena, would choose to be a peasant, or a scarecrow, for the annual Christmas costume party. Anything but a Queen. Her body was.....stout, one might say, and her neck was thick beneath a heavy jaw. 

Not at all suited to the delicate, almost filmy, fabric she had chosen for her dress. Brocade and velvet would have been better, certainly stronger.

Meg, the seamstress in the family, knew, as insurance, she would have to interface every seam, to reinforce every possible bursting point.
It would be a disgrace indeed, if Meg's delicate stitches and fancy embroideries were to fall apart at the first energetic dance. 

This year, the party was to be held in Victoria Avenue, in the small Memorial Park.
In a statement to the press, the Mayor had announced the Avenue was to be closed to traffic and every tree along it's length was to be strung with dozens of fairy lights. It promised to be a fun night and Josh had promised to be there too. 

** Next month, December, the words can be found here, at Drifting Through Life.