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. ghostlike 
2. holly 
3. incidents 
4. joking 
5. kilogram 
6. lactate 

and/or: 

1. magnanimous 
2. needles 
3. outboard 
4. particle. 
5. quiz 
6. rancor

after a full day spent waiting for inspiration to strike, I was about to give up altogether, then decided to just let the words run free and if they make sense, then it's all good. 

Here we go: 

After a long evening during which we inhaled about a kilogram of excellent chocolates, each! jokingly trying to answer quiz questions about particle physics and being magnanimous about accepting even the weirdest answers, we waved goodbye to our hosts and wandered homewards. 

Meandering along the eerily empty, ghostlike South Street around 2am, we were passing by the Hollinsons when Sean suddenly decided he simply must pinch some holly from the bush overhanging the fence. It would look great decorating the lintels in the living room, along with everything else vaguely Christmassy that we hadn't yet bothered to take down and since it was already June, why not just leave it all there ready for next December?

Whispering that I should keep a lookout, "don't want any more incidents with neighbours carrying golf clubs, do we darl?" he reached over and grabbed a thickish branch, intending to snap off just a few side branches a bit bigger than twigs. Imagine our surprise when the entire branch cracked off, causing Sean to fall backwards into me and both of us landing on the grassed verge.

We were both a bit to drunk to be cross about it, so without rancor we picked ourselves up, grabbed the holly branch and ran the next two blocks home. Leaving the holly branch in the lounge room to be dealt with later, we fell into bed and straight to sleep, until I woke a few hours later with Sean snoring like an outboard motor and red hot needles zipping about inside my head. I stumbled blearily to the kitchen to down a gallon of water and a few aspirin, before sitting out in the pre-dawn coolness of the back patio waiting for the aspirin to do its work so I could go back to sleep. 

I began thinking we were possibly a bit too old to be doing such crazy things as pinching holly branches from neighbours, or anyone else for that matter, and fell asleep right there in the deck chair, getting woken just after eight o'clock by Sean holding out a huge mug of steaming coffee.