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, at Drifting Through Life.

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. extrapolate

2. coconut

3. spirited

4. schism

5. paltry

6. motivation

and/or:

"he had blithely gone his own way, carelessly breaking my heart as he waved goodbye"

Here is my story:

 Prologue:

We'd been head over heels in love.
I still was head over heels in love, but he had blithely gone his own way, carelessly breaking my heart as he waved goodbye.
Now here he stood before me, smiling as if we hadn't just spent two years apart, smiling as if we were still sweethearts. I wanted to smack that smile, but I also wanted to throw myself into his arms.

Chapter one:

Mr. Becker's voice droned on and on, "the schism between the parties..." I barely heard him, lost as I was in my daydream. His teaching method was so dull and dry, I had no motivation whatsoever to pay attention and actually learn something. 

"....from this we can extrapolate...."  I left Mr. Becker and the class behind as in my mind I rode my spirited steed along a blindingly white shore, coconut palms on one side, sparkling clear water and a coral reef on the other. 

My brain dimly registered that my grades for this class had been paltry all year , but the subject didn't interest me at all and Mr. Becker's teaching method certainly wasn't inspiring enough to keep me away from the beaches and coral reefs where I hoped one day to run a pair of charter boats for divers.  

Perhaps a whole fleet of boats, the reefs were rumored to be home to many old shipwrecks.