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 Elephant’s Child, with words and images supplied by Sue.

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, in our comments section,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. grease

2. ambivalent

3. fiendish

4. exquisite

5. terrific

6. evolution

and/or:

1.  tongue

2. adaptive

3. angriest

4. furry

5. bold

6. zombie

there are also two very pretty images, which I haven't used, they may find their way into a future story.

Here is my story:

Joe slicked back his hair with grease, like the boys in the movie of the same name. He had a fiendish sense of humour, always making me laugh, a quick tongue with the jokes and witty repartee, and his bold dark eyes gave me the most exquisite shivery thrills.

It was hard to keep pretending (and I'm sure Joe knew I was pretending and why), to be ambivalent about our friendship, but I had to play it this way. at least for now, until my Mum talked my Dad into actually meeting him properly.

We'd had a terrific time at the fair, Joe and I, and I'd won a furry teddy bear on the skittle throw. But when Dad heard who I'd gone to the fair with, he had transformed suddenly from a TV watching zombie into the angriest Dad I'd ever seen.

He roared at me," after millenia of adaptive evolution, THIS is what you choose to go out with?! This...this...greasy monkey caveman type??"

Mum came rushing in from the kitchen and sent me to my room, said she'd talk to him a bit, calm him down, then we'd all sit and have a nice long chat.