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 Elephant's Child and can be found here.

This week's words/prompts are:

1. false 
2. moon 
3. whispers 
4. broken 
5. lies 
6. tree 

and/or: 

1. body 
2. night 
3. black 
4. cry 
5. water 
6. action 

Here is my story: 

The whispers coming from my parents room were quiet, but I knew what they were saying. The never-ending discussion over names for the new baby had been happening for weeks. 

It was a welcome change form the previous weeks, with talks of the false advertising, broken promises and outright lies told by politicians as the elections came nearer. 
I'd tried to understand it all, but I guess I'm still too young. 

Old enough to see that mum is really close to having the baby though, and I'm excited to soon be meeting my new brother or sister. I know most of the other girls in my class would prefer to have a sister to share things with, but I'd quite like to have a brother. 

I stared out my window at the full moon, half hidden by the branches of the old oak tree, around the moon, no stars at all could be seen, the night was black as coal. I closed the curtains and snuggled down under the blankets, winter was approaching and I was glad dad had been up to the attic to get the winter bedding out of storage. 

I was just drifting off to sleep when an excited cry from my mother startled me awake. "Russell, my water has broken! It's time, finally, to heave this body into the car and get going." I heard dad leap out of bed and race down to my room. 

"Action stations kiddo! Time for me to get your mum to the hospital. Go to the back bedroom and wake up grandma, but gently. Or maybe not. You're ten, you'll be fine until morning, then take her in a cup of tea and let her know we are at the hospital, okay?" 

I waved them goodbye and decided to wake grandma after all, we could have a little midnight feast together and maybe she would tell me more about babies and what I should do when mum comes home with one.