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 ME and can be found right here each Wednesday
1. noose
2. moose
3. soon
4. omen
5. shoe
6. onion
and/or:
1. hourglass
2. fireplace
3. fragment
4. paradise
5. discussing
6. wondering
Here is my story, a longish chapter two continuing last weeks beginning
A couple of days later, Harry and Eleanor were sitting
by the fireplace, discussing the paradise their new garden would be, listening
to the hum of machinery as a winch was employed to haul that troublesome large
weed patch out of the corner.
They heard the gardener, Bob, suddenly shriek like a little
girl, then come running towards the house. “Harry! Harry! Come quick. You have
to see this. Eleanor, I think you should phone the police right away!”
“Whatever is the matter Bob?” asked Eleanor. “There’s
a skeleton all tangled up in the roots of that weed,” said Bob. “Get on the
phone, tell them we’ve found a body!” Eleanor immediately phoned the nearest
Police Station and asked that someone be sent out as soon as possible. She then
ran outside to find Bob and Harry erecting the old canvas awning over the area.
Harry motioned her to stay well back. He’d read plenty of crime novels and knew
about not contaminating the scene of the crime.
“But it may not have been a crime,” said Eleanor. Maybe
someone had an accident and just never got found. This whole area was very
sparsely populated long ago and isn’t much better now.”
“Oh, it’s a crime alright,” said Bob. “Look over here,
there’s a noose around the neck and only one shoe. The clothes are pretty much
rotted away, and I’d say he’s been here a long while.”
“Good thing Mum’s not here,” said Harry. “She’d start
in on how this is some sort of omen and we’d better start throwing salt over our
shoulders and covering mirrors and all that rubbish.”
“Where does she get those ideas?” asked Eleanor. “Probably
those trashy voodoo novels she likes to read, says she likes to scare herself a bit
now and again,” said Harry. “I’d say this will give her enough of a scare to
last quite a while,” said Bob, who had known Maxine through school. She’d been
best friends with his wife.
Harry leaned over to get a look inside the hole where
the weedy shrub had been. “There’s a fragment of something sticking up,” he
said. “We’d better leave it all for the police to uncover though.”
After making sure the awning cover was secure, they
all trooped inside to wash their hands and start a pot of tea going. Until the
Police arrived, all they could do was sit around wondering who the unfortunate
person had been and what had happened. “I’d say murder or suicide,” said Bob. “There
is the noose on his neck, rotted mostly, but recognisable.”
“I’m going to phone Dad and let him know, he’ll break
it to Mum and I bet they’ll be over before I can hang up the phone. They’ll
probably stay for tea too, will there be enough Ellie?”
I can make up a packet of that instant French Onion
soup as a starter, then there’ll be enough, but why don’t we wait and see. I hear a car,” she said going to the
front door, hoping it was the police.
It was and they soon had calls in to the crime scene
technicians to come out and keep uncovering what they could and collect
evidence in those little plastic bags they had a never-ending supply of. While
the senior Sergeant began questioning Bob and Harry, Eleanor carefully turned over the
big antique hourglass by the stove and just stood there a moment watching the sand run
through. When it was finished it would be time to take the meat out of the
oven. She kept an eye on the driveway too, looking out for Maxine and Laurence.
Been thinking of telling myself a story about a long-distance truckdriver who has to drive on Thanksgiving day. Maybe to add to the challenge, I will use the words from your "hourglass" list.
ReplyDeleteforsythia; I'd love to read what you come up with.
DeleteI need another chapter, SOON!!
ReplyDeletefishducky; you'll have to wait like everyone else.
DeleteI'm with Fran, I need more.
ReplyDeleteArkansas patti; I want more myself. Oh, you mean the story...(*~*)
DeleteI do admire those who are clever enough to develop continuing stories from the prompts. And keep me wanting more.
ReplyDeleteMy flibberbegibbet mind salutes you.
Elephant's Child; thank you. I already know who the skeleton is, just have to work out how to get that into the story.
DeleteWhat began as a great idea for a garden turns sinister -- an excellent start to what could be a thriller!
ReplyDeletemessymimi; I do like a nice twist now and again. Thank you.
DeleteExcellent choice of words this week, and wonderfully done!
ReplyDeleteCindi Summerlin; thank you. I liked your story too.
DeleteGood on you, River...well done! :)
ReplyDeleteMy late mother used to throw the salt over her shoulder! She had her superstitions! lol
Lee; Thank you, glad you liked it. My mum had enough superstitions to fill a large shopping bag. She wasn't happy that I didn't believe in any of them.
DeleteI love onion soup.
ReplyDeleteCoffee is on
peppylady (Dora); I don't like onion soup. I like tomato vegetable soup. I put onions into that along with other vegetables.
DeleteLovely story River.
ReplyDeleteMargaret-whiteangel; thank you :)
DeleteOf course there will have to be a Chapter 3 at some point!
ReplyDeleteVal; yes there will. Definitely.
DeleteOh dear. Ya never know what you're going to dig up...
ReplyDeleteI didn't see this coming. Nice job! It takes a real knack to use a list of prescribed words to create a story, but it takes even more to write a continuing story with the lists. (You'd better not stop with this one now!)
Have a super weekend! (No digging in the yard...)
Susan; I could say I'd have to wait and see what next week's words are, but since it's my turn to provide them I really can't use that excuse. I do hope to be able to continue this though maybe not with my own words. and I don't have a yard to be digging in, just that small patch full of succulents that you see here sometimes.
ReplyDeleteI NEED to know what the "fragment" is! Well done; I hope you continue this one.
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