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 prompts are again supplied by Delores and can be found here.

Sadly, this month will be Delores' last turn with prompting us as she has been plagued by trolls and is closing her blog.

This week's words/prompts are: 

1. caps 
2. fishing 
3. storm clouds 
4. willow 
5. racing 
6. ripples  

and/or: 

1. blasted 
2. scurrying 
3. basket 
4. intense 
5. success 
6. model T

here is my story: 


I stared out at the ripples on the pond and the racing whitecaps speeding across the surface of the Southern Ocean. The rising wind had the willow swaying in all directions, the intense purple-grey of the gathering stormclouds looked like bruises against the orange yellow lingering along the horizon from the setting sun. 


Scurrying inside with my basket of freshly dried sheets, pillowcases and towels, I was glad to see Mitchell sitting by the fire, reading. This morning he had announced his intention to go fishing with “the boys” but had been foiled by the failure of the old Model T to start up. “Blasted machine,” he’d said, “capricious as the weather,” but he’d seemed relieved when Andy phoned to say the fishing expedition was off due to the weather forecast. 


I’d been more than happy to have him stay home. At 87, I didn’t like “the boys” standing on slippery rocks trying to catch fish anymore. I wished they’d give it up altogether and do their fishing at the early morning market. A freshly caught fish from a boat just in was as good as freshly caught by husband in my opinion, and a lot safer. 


We discussed the subject over dinner and after declaring my new peach cobbler recipe a success, he announced that he’d had similar thoughts about the rock fishing and would phone Andy in the morning. They could have meetings in the pub instead and discuss fishing instead of actually doing it. I knew the other wives would be as happy as I was to hear it.