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 ME and can be found right here. 

This weeks prompts are:

1. suitable 
2. rapturous 
3. smeared 
4. snuffle 
5. bookmark 
6. scoop 

and/or: 
1. snick 
2. funny 
3. twilight 
4. espionage 
5. synchronicity 
6. feisty

Story #1:

The rapturous look on Elena's little face told me we had finally found the perfect suitable substitute for the fairy costume that no longer fitted her. With a final snuffle, she swiped a hand across her tear-smeared face and bent to scoop up her things from the floor. 

It had been a stroke of genius when Brad suggested trying 'The Dance House' costume shop after finding nothing in the many costume racks of the town's three toy stores. They catered for the theatrical people in the nearby city and had fittings for all ages and sizes, but looking there for a costume for a suddenly taller not quite five year old simply hadn't crossed my mind. 

"You are brilliant!" I told him, as he placed a bookmark to hold his page. He'd been so patient the whole time we trudged from shop to shop to get "just the right one" for Elena's Halloween Birthday party. 

Producing a damp cloth from a ziplock baggie, Brad gently wiped away the tear stains, saying, "See? I told you if we tried just one more shop we would find something. You cried all those tears for nothing, but I do understand you were getting disappointed and a bit frustrated. How about next year we come here right away and forget all those toy shops."



Story #2:

With surprising synchronicity, Andrea and Dr Bruce Jones both sat down, in separate chairs, each wondering what would happen next. Andrea thinking that this man who now frightened her so much wasn't the one she had married and what had he gotten them into? Bruce carefully thinking out his next moves to keep Andrea from finding out the lies he had been living. She didn't know even half of what he'd been up to, had no idea the pills he'd fed Stephanie for years were illegally obtained at greater and greater cost on the black market. 

She didn't know that her brother Barry Weezall and his mate Lindsay Bingham had become friends with Stephanie all those years ago because he had paid them to do just that. He had needed to know everything they could find out about The Retreat in order to plan a downfall for the owners and caretakers. The Retreat, high up on a bluff overlooking the ocean, sat on top of a seam of copper coloured granite. 

Bruce himself wasn't interested in the granite, but the people who were wanted that land at any cost and had paid Bruce handsomely to somehow make sure The Retreat would fail and be put up for sale, when they would swoop in and raze it to the ground and mine the granite. They had promised him a percentage of the profits, but things hadn't worked to plan at all. Stephanie hadn't died at the kiln explosion, but instead inherited The Retreat from her parents who had perished at the scene. 

Then a few years later, Barry and Lindsay had bungled things up by mistakenly thinking the visitors at The Retreat were to be "got rid of" and had killed them at The Cove Hotel one night, leaving Bruce with a now orphaned sleeping four year old. What was he supposed to do with a child?? He'd told them to take the boy to the city and just leave him on a street corner. "Kid's cute, someone will pick him up. He probably won't remember a thing, he's just a baby."

 While Andrea and Bruce were sifting through their separate thoughts, up at The Retreat,Tom and Stephanie sat in the deepening twilight, talking about how they were both remembering so much more now. "Funny that I couldn't remember any of this for so long," said Stephanie. "I always had a funny feeling that there should be more to me than the fuzzy blankness." "This whole thing has the feel of one of those old style espionage movies," said Tom. 
Turning at the snick of the door behind them, they stood as Inspector Stanley Grace approached them. 

He motioned them to sit again and thought a moment before saying, "after Bernice gets here, I think we should make arrangements to go back to the city. There might be more to find out if we can look through older case files. I'd like you both to come, we can set you up in a safe house, but I'll need you to convince Bernice to come along. She's a feisty one and might not want to leave her mountain."
"I've got a feeling there's more to all this than we know so far, and I don't feel right leaving the Saunders here alone." said Tom.