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. Sadly, Delores has now closed her blog forever due to other problems.

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 supplied by Mark Koopmans and can be found here.

This week's words/prompts are: 

1. devilled 
2. interdependence 
3. watery 
4. figs 
5. zoom 
6. headphones  

and/or:  

1. gargled 
2. presence 
3. yelling 
4. Andalusia 
5. snowdrifts 
6. exfoliate

 Here is my story: 

Judy, with headphones on and schoolbag swinging, entered through the back door on her skates and proceeded to zoom through the long hallway, completely oblivious to the presence of her Grandparents sitting in the kitchen. 
Yelling for Stuart to "wake up, I've brought your homework," she tossed her bag and headphones onto her bed and walked into Stuarts room, where he sat in bed miserable and itching from the chickenpox Judy had brought home from school last month. 
Noticing his watery eyes, Judy gave him a quick hug, saying, "don't be so glum chum, I'll help with the homework." Born less than a year apart, the two shared an interdependence more usually seen in twins. 

"It's not that," said Stuart. "Didn't you see the Grandies in the kitchen? They're here to look after us. Mum and Dad's car got hit by a runaway truck and they're both in the hospital." Judy spun around and skated back to the kitchen, white-faced with fear. 
"Tell me everything," she said. "Are they okay? Can we go and see them?" Grandpa said, "Hello to you too sweetie. They're fine, both have cracked ribs and a few cuts from the shattering windscreen, your Mum has a broken collarbone." 

Grandma turned from the stove where she'd been checking something in the oven. "There was a runaway truck with a load of figs headed for the market, it skidded on a patch of ice and pushed your Dad's car into one of those big snowdrifts over on Grimshaw Street." Grandpa said, "If things had been worse we would have collected you from school right away, but your Mum said to leave you there. Ellie can take you to see them after dinner while I stay with Stuart. He can't be taking chickenpox to the hospital." 

Judy breathed a sigh of relief. "Okay then," she said. "We haven't been away from them for more than a day since we were born, but we'll be alright, especially with you two here. What's in the oven? Is that dinner?"  "Yes," said Ellie. "Devilled chicken and we'll have mashed potatoes with it, that's comfort food, and I made pudding cups for dessert, nice and easy on Stuart's throat now that he has chickenpox in there as well as everywhere else."

"He's gargled with ice water twice today and he says it helps his throat feel better, so you take him some right before dinner, then he should manage the devilled chicken," said Grandpa Jim, "now, what's this about homework? anything I can help with?" 

"Maybe you can," said Judy. "What do you know about Andalusia? Stuart has to write about it and about the things they produce there. I'll tell him about the Andalusian horses, those ones that dance and perform, they get trained there, I think." "Let's get to google and look up a few things," said Grandpa. "Andalusia is part of Spain, I think." 

"Yes it is," said Grandma, "but the spelling is different, it has a C instead of an S. Perhaps your teacher got it wrong? There is an Andalusia with the S in Illinois and another in Alabama, but they're not countries. Of course Andalucia isn't exactly a country either, just a very large part of Spain, the whole southern section if I remember my geography correctly."

Comments

  1. Glad the parents are OK and the kids are in good hands. Always like to see siblings that get along instead of fighting. Had to look up devilled chicken.

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    1. Arkansas Patti; thank you. Devilled chicken is one of my favourite foods, I make it with chicken wings, so it's finger food.

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  2. This is lovely. How I wish I had known my grandparents (or any relatives for that matter). Judy and Stewart are very lucky indeed (and I am glad their parents weren't seriously hurt.

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    1. Elephant's Child; I used to wish I had known my grandparents too, but I got over that when my grandma sent letters and photos from us back to my mum, some unopened, claiming she didn't know these people.

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  3. Very good, River...a very descriptive, warm tale. :)

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    1. Lee; thank you. I might try writing something not family related one day.

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    2. Why would you? You write them so well. :)

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    3. Lee; I don't want to get stuck in a rut where all my stories start to sound the same.

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  4. Wonderfully done River, I was right there in the kitchen with them!

    XO
    WWW

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    1. WWW; thank you. I like having a big warm kitchen as the hub of the house. I don't have that myself, but I know people who do and visitors always seem to congregate there.

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  5. It felt like i was skating alongside, watching it all!

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  6. Another good one! I, too, had to look up devilled chicken. When I see devilled, I think of eggs!

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    1. Val; Thank you. Most people think of devilled eggs, which are nice when made properly, not so nice otherwise. My first hubby was a fan and he had me making them far too often, so I got sick of them.

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  7. Glad this time Lucy is not here!
    My Mum had a friend from Barcelona and both got nuts when people pronounced it wrong.
    So much that even I cringe when I hear it the wrong way, LOL.
    Yet my Mum refused all her life to pronounce a village nearby in the way the locals do (even on radio!), no logic here!

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    1. Iris Flavia; I was going to make another Lucy story, but the words wouldn't fit, so I changed it. I have trouble with pronouncing things wrong because a lot of the time I don't hear the word or name, only read it in books or newspapers. Once I learn how the locals say it, I usually try to get it right.

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  8. Those are some very laid-back grandparents. If I'd ever worn roller skates in the house, I dunno if I would've lived to tell about it. HA (Just kidding, but trust me, I would NOT have gotten away with it.)

    Another nice story, kiddo. Now I'm gonna have to check out deviled chicken... :) Have a super weekend!

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    1. Susan; Laid back is often the way to go when bringing bad news to unsuspecting kids, but I imagine with the extra long hallway, skating is allowed as long as the kids use the kitchen door entrance where the flooring is tough and resilient.
      My own devilled chicken recipe is somewhere in my blog if you care to go searching for it. I use wings, but others in my family prefer drumsticks.

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  9. A story that's lovely, made me recall my grandmother :)

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    1. Margaret-whiteangel; with good memories of her I'm sure.

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