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 Vest and can be found here.

This week's words are:

1. dumped
2. welcome
3. incident
4. sounded
5. ended
6. unaware

and/or:

1. moving
2. attended
3. responsible
4. smell
5. arrived
6. window

Here is my story:

Being dumped unceremoniously at the altar was the last straw, Jill decided. She’d had enough of this town and its cliquey inhabitants. She’d been unaware of Dan’s skirt-chasing shenanigans until the morning in the church when a mobile phone was handed to her. Dan, who sounded annoyingly cheerful, had told her he wouldn’t be there after all, having just arrived in Fiji with his secretary Mona. “I’m sorry things have ended this way,” he’d said, “but the thing is…Mona is pregnant,” at which point Jill snapped the phone shut and threw it at the wall.

“Sorry is he? Believe me, the man doesn’t know what sorry is.” Jill stormed out of the church, thankful that only a few of her friends had attended, and even less of Dan’s friends. Humiliation in front of a larger crowd would have been too much to bear. As one was heard to remark later, “Jill’s rage was so hot, I swear the smell of brimstone was in that church!”

Gossip spread quickly the next day. “Did you hear about the incident at St Paul’s? “said Loretta. “I heard she slammed the chapel door so hard it cracked a window,” said Sophie. “Nonsense,” said old Joe Farnsworth. “That window has been cracked for years, I did it myself with a baseball years ago.”

A small committee of women took it upon themselves to visit Jill and offer commiserations. She didn’t take it well at all, saying shortly that if any of them had thought to be responsible and enlighten her about Dan, she wouldn’t be in this mess now.

A week later, looking around the small cottage to be sure nothing was left behind, Jill snapped her suitcases securely, phoned her mother and said, “I’m moving back home Mum, but don’t bother with any welcome home party, I won’t be staying long. I have urgent business to take care of in Fiji.”

**Next month, the Words for Wednesday will be right here at Drifting Through Life**