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.
This week's words are:
1. miasma
2. powerhouse
3. shiver
4. foolish
5. plumber
6. twenties
and/or:
1. foyer
2. palms
3. intricately
4. monastic
5. courtyard
6. sprawled
continuing on from last week, here is my story:
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.
1. miasma
2. powerhouse
3. shiver
4. foolish
5. plumber
6. twenties
and/or:
1. foyer
2. palms
3. intricately
4. monastic
5. courtyard
6. sprawled
continuing on from last week, here is my story:
Part four
Later that night, Eleanor stirred restlessly in her sleep.
In her dream, the ship was surrounded by something deeper, oilier, more smoky
than a fog. A thick miasma hung around, making it difficult to see and breathe.
The ship was on fire and she inched forward with the other passengers, towards
the lifeboats. Somewhere ahead, a deep male voice was shouting, “women with
children first, women without children and elderly women in the next boat. See
to it, Lance and don’t let me down. I’ll see about getting the boats ready for
the men.”
With a shiver, Eleanor rolled over and suddenly the
dream shifted to a small lifeboat with a dozen women, watching through a breeze
driven rift in the fog as the ship upended and sank beneath the waves. The name
painted across the side of the bow was clearly visible. “The Merry Moose”. Dotted
about the ocean to either side were more lifeboats, filled to the brim with
passengers and seamen.
Eleanor woke with a start, finding herself drenched in
sweat. She’d never had any type of psychic dream before. Waking Harry, she told
him about the dream and he agreed they should go to the police first thing in
the morning. Perhaps the Merry Moose ship had something to do with that token
found under the body. They both wandered down the hallway to the kitchen where
Eleanor started the heater going while Harry made cups of tea. “Fancy a biscuit
love? I know it’s the middle of the night, but after a bad dream, something
sweet seems in order.”
“Thanks Harry, a couple of those chocolate biscuits
would be lovely. I feel a bit foolish now that I’m wide awake, I didn’t think a
body in our yard would have any effect on me.. Now I’m even more keen to find
out who he was and what happened.” “I can think of one thing,” said Harry. "He
was buried there before the shrub was planted and I’d say it just grew from
seed thrown down. If anybody dug there to plant something he would have been
found then. As it is, the plant grew in and around, did you notice how
intricately the roots and skeleton were intertwined?”
“I did, but didn’t take all that much notice,” said
Eleanor. “Another thing to mention to the police, I suppose.” “Maybe we should
also look into more about this house and its history,” said Harry. “All we know
is it was built back in the nineteen twenties by a plumber. Over the site of an
original powerhouse, one of those places with all the electrical reactors and
conduits and stuff that sends electricity along the lines to homes and
businesses.”
“I’d forgotten about that,” said Eleanor. “I hope that
doesn’t mean the ground is unsafe for growing vegetables and fruit trees. It
wouldn’t still be contaminated or anything like that? “I think maybe we should
find out,” said Harry. “It wouldn’t do to go ahead and plant, then find out we
have glow-in-the-dark carrots and potatoes.” Eleanor laughed at that, then said,
“maybe we should turn this place into more of a resort style home. Have a
courtyard out the back, with a small swimming pool between that and your Dad’s
old gazebo. Then put a foyer inside the front door with palm trees like hotels
have.”
Harry sighed as he sprawled along the couch. “It’s a
nice dream, that one, but we really don’t have the money for it. I could sell
the car and pedal that old pushbike to work for years and we still wouldn’t
save enough to have a swimming pool.” “I know,” said Eleanor. “I’m just taking
my mind far away from that dream, instead of writing it down so we don’t forget
any details the police might want to know. Where is the police station anyway?”
“It’s in that small brick building next to that
monastic looking place, used to be a nunnery I think Mum said, when I asked if
it was once a monastery.”
Already Friday in your place? i managed to hit publish while it was still Thursday, but I ssupect almost simultaneously ;) Oh well it was a new twist in the plot line, and I am still liking your story. Now I will have to wait for more words and more mysteries and mooses. Will there be any Words on Wednesday on the 26th?
ReplyDeleteUglemor; I do have words scheduled for the 26th, but I'm not expecting a lot of people to drop in on that day, they'll all be napping and digesting Christmas Day food I suspect.
DeleteYou do leave us wanting more River. I hope there will be.
ReplyDeleteArkansas Patti; there will be more, I just don't know what yet.
DeleteAbsolutely fascinating. And yes, a sweet thing is an excellent treatment for shock (whatever the time of the day).
ReplyDeleteElephant's Child; I'm happy you're finding this fascinating. I'm looking forward to seeing which way it develops myself.
DeleteGreat words and story! Being a minimalist, here is mine:
ReplyDeleteRichard waited in the foyer, waiting behind the palms, watching Rachel dance with Lawrence in the intricate waltz. He had led a monastic life for so long, aching for Rachel. Lawrence received a missive to meet his father in the courtyard. Moments later Richard held Rachel in a forced dance. A scream broke the air and men rushed to find Lawrence sprawled in a puddle of blood. Richard smiled and continued the dance.
Susan Kane: You, like Richard, are dancing on the dark side.
DeleteThere is always a dark side within, begging to break out.
DeleteYours has apparently made it out!! I liked your story.
DeleteSusan Kane; oh Richard, what have you done? great use of the words, thanks for joining us.
DeleteRiver, is this turning into a novel?
ReplyDeletefishducky; maybe yes, maybe no, maybe it's part of another work-in-progress.
DeleteWell, that's a cypher! Was there a real ship called the Merry Moose? And how did such a token get from a sinking ship to a secret grave? The plot thickens!
ReplyDeleteVal; I don't think there's ever been a ship called The Merry Moose. Don't ships usually have women's names? The plot is definitely getting thicker though the token remains a mystery for quite a while.
DeleteThe plot thickens! Were there, perhaps, dirty works at the crossroads?
ReplyDeleteGood story and use of words, River. :)
Lee; definitely dirty works somewhere. Thanks :)
DeleteWell, i'd want to get rid of the memory of that dream fast, too. Still, i hope all their musings yield a clue and they find the answers.
ReplyDeletemessymimi; the musing will bear fruit eventually, but answers will have to be worked towards. Nothing comes easily.
DeleteInteresting River..keep it up.
ReplyDeleteMargaret-whiteangel; thanks. I do plan to keep it up.
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