Wednesdays 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 are: 
1. splurge 
2. bonking 
3. veterans 
4. windows 
5. lasagna 
6. inconceivable! 

and/or: 

1. ruling 
2. extinguished 
3. Ebonics 
4. dresser 
5. Marley 
6. yikes 

Here is my story:


Marley burst through the door of their fledgling movie company so fast it banged all the way back and the knob left a dent in the wall. Stanley leaned back in his chair, eyes wide. “What’s up now Marl?” ‘This script,” said Marley. “There’s no bonking in it. How can you make a movie with no bonking? It’s inconceivable! Almost every movie ever made is based on sex.” 
“But this movie is about Veterans,” said Stanley, who liked to think he ranked right up there with Stan Lee, “and the producers have made their ruling. No bonking. These Veterans are supposed to be in their eighties and ninieties, they don’t bonk.” “Rubbish!” said Marley. “My Granddad is ninety-three and chases everything in a skirt.” “But does he catch them?” said Stanley, “and what does he do if he does?” 
“Okay, you have a point,” said Marley as he extinguished his cigarette in Stanley’s treasured crystal ashtray, “but there must be a couple of younger people in this movie, have I got the entire script here?” “Yep,” said Stanley. “That’s the whole script. Now you’ll notice on page three or maybe it’s page five, there’s some memory flashbacks where these old geezers remember their youth, but there’s still no bonking.”
 “Aaarrgh!” said Marley. “This will never sell, we’ll take a loss for sure. NO one will want to see it.” “We’re not making it to sell,” said Stanley. “There’s a few old widows, led by someone called Sylvia, they want the story told to show their great grandchildren what Poppa did in the war and the no bonking is their idea.” 
Marley wandered over to the huge windows and looked out over the town he loved. “I’m going to hate working on this, so we’d best get started I suppose. The sooner we start, the sooner we finish. Now what’s all this Ebonics talk on the middle pages, that doesn’t seem to fit with Veterans from WW2, the Ebonics didn’t really take off until the rappers started on the streets.” 
“I realise that’s a problem,” said Stanley, "but it stays in, one of the old dears had a grandson write some of the script and he’s a rapper, says it’s okay in there because his Granddad was black.” “Yikes!” said Marley. “I had a feeling this wasn’t professionally written, but a bunch of amateurs working from memories?”  
Stanley nodded and lit a cigarette of his own. “We’ll get it done as quick as we can, and we don’t have to spend any of the budget on costumes, the old girls have donated the Vets’ old uniforms, all we need is a dresser to get them ready for each scene and once filming is done the old dears have promised to splurge on dinner for all of us. 
They’re going to buy us lasagna. Can you believe that? Lasagna. And probably garlic bread. Wonder if we can talk them into a beer or two?” 
"Whose idea was this anyway?” said Marley. 
“My Auntie Violet,” said Stanley.


Next month, the prompts will be provided by ME and can be found right here at this website.