Wednesday's Words on a Friday

The original Words for Wednesday was begun by Delores and eventually taken over by a moveable feast of participants when Delores had computer troubles.

The aim of the words is to encourage us to write, a story, a poem, whatever comes to mind.
If you are posting an entry on your own blog, please let us know so we can come along and read it.

This month the words are supplied by Delores and can be found here.

This week's words are:

1. hornet
2. hairnet
3. hover
4. proximity
5. clothesline
6. scent

and/or:

1. chilling
2. drench
3. dance
4. damaged
5. horrifying
6. chemical

also this phrase: Deployed Destruction

I haven't used all the words, but here is my story, 
Chapter Seventeen of Lost and Found.

                                        
Dr Bruce Jones drove on down to the clinic, still seething. He knew he needed to calm down, but with things beginning to unravel, it wasn't easy. Those black market pills weren't easy to come by and the price had increased a lot in the last couple of years. If Andrea had been nicking one here and there....well the horrifying consequences didn't bear thinking about.  He had to keep Stephanie under his thumb. She simply couldn't be allowed to remember. 

He locked his car and stormed inside, buzzing down the hall like an angry hornet. He yanked open his file cabinet and searched for the number he needed to call his friend, the one who had a friend who 'knew someone'. He'd order a double batch of those pills this time and keep them locked in his office, away from Andrea. She'd damaged his plans enough already. Bruce didn't like the fact people were staying at the Retreat either. His plans for an accident to the old couple would have to go on hold. More time wasted. He headed to the living room, searching for Andrea. New rules were about to be laid down,  plans were to be changed. 

Bruce found Andrea mindlessly watching television, some silly thing about Godzilla Brides, Bridezillas, whatever they called themselves. He grabbed the remote and turned it off, forcing her to look up at him. He could see in her eyes she'd taken something to numb herself while he was out. His anger spiralled higher and he forced himself to take a couple of deep slow breaths. In a chilling voice he asked what she had taken. "Just a valium, that's all," she said. "I was feeling antsy, you've been charging around like a bull in a china shop lately and you won't tell me what's going on."

"You know what's going on," he said. "Stephanie needs to be kept sedated, you can't keep pinching her pills, she's beginning to talk over at the Retreat and she's painting proper pictures over there, her mind is not as dull as it should be if you've been giving her the proper doses. Well no more! I'm taking over giving her the pills now. There's only a couple of years left, then she comes into her inheritance and we need her to sign things over to me before that happens! Bad enough the whole thing was botched all those years ago. Your stupid brother and his dimwit mate taking out the wrong couple really put a spanner in the works. Not to mention saddling me with that kid! Now get yourself to bed and sleep off that chemical overload. I need you on full alert tomorrow."

"What's happening tomorrow?" Andrea asked.  Bruce said, "There are people staying at the Retreat, I need you to go to town tomorrow, see if you can find out who they are and how long they're staying. A young man and his parents." 

"I wouldn't know who to ask without seeming nosy," said Andrea. "You know I don't go down there, it's such a tiny nothing of a place, people might think it strange if I start asking questions after ignoring them all these years."

"Well, that's your problem, isn't it?" said Bruce. "I told you to make friends, but no, you had to keep pining for the Big City. Just go down to that Post Office-General Store place and buy a few things, hover around listening in, say hello to a few people, tell them you haven't been well if they ask where you've been. That part's true enough with all the pill popping you're doing lately. Visit a cafe, get your hair done at that Curly Cuts place. And dress down a bit, leave the jewellery at home. There's no need to drench yourself in diamonds every day."

"Alright then," said Andrea through a huge yawn. "But I want a trip to the city soon. I'm almost out of my favourite scent and you know I can only get it at that little boutique on Friends corner. And I want us to have dinner in a restaurant or a nightclub and maybe dance awhile too. You can't just keep me stuck here in the sticks like this!"