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 messymimi and can be found here.

This week's words/prompts are: 

1. thanks 

2. incapable 

3. suffering 

4. memorial 

5. aunt 

6. front  

and/or:  

1. effect 

2. admission 

3. past 

4. jaw 

5. room 

6. enhance  

Here is my story: 

Opening the front door I welcomed Aunt Lena (full name Helena, but she hated it). "Thanks for coming," I said. "I would have met you at the bus station, but I am incapable of leaving the house right now." "Nothing to worry about Lexi," said Lena. "I enjoyed the walk, all the blooming gardens, those wonderful Murraya shrubs everywhere, the whole area smells so sweet." 

"Those are the main reason," I said. "I'm so allergic to the heady scent, it's almost as bad as Jasmine for me." "I'd forgotten your hayfever," said Lena. "Let's keep the front door closed then. Show me to the kitchen and tell me how you are liking your new home." 

"It's lovely here, although much smaller than I'd like, only one bedroom and no yard to speak of." 

"The kitchen certainly is tiny, however do you cook in here?" said Lena. "I don't cook much anymore," I said. "I still cook breakfast and dinner, but there's no baking of cakes and pies, there's just no room for setting things out for the whole process. I don't miss it much though, I always ate far too many of my own pies anyway." 

"Never mind that now," said Lena. "Put the kettle on and we'll have a cup of tea. I notice you are looking a little down in the dumps, got a case of the blues? or just bothered by not being able to go out?" "I am suffering the effects of the past a bit, but by my own admission, I shouldn't be by now. Not so much anyway." 

"Whatever is the  matter Lexi?" said Lena. "Last week was kind of a memorial for me," I said. "Last Friday was three years since I last saw my Angel, and I didn't mean to, but I cried when the clock ticked around to his dinnertime." Lena hugged me, then made the tea while directing me to open the parcel she had brought with her. 

My jaw dropped open when I saw what she had brought me. A Steampunk style clock! I could barely stammer out a thank you. "It's wonderful! I love it! Thank you so much Aunt Lena!" She shrugged as if it were nothing. "I saw it in a little shop somewhere and thought it might enhance your kitchen," she said. 

We hung it as soon as we'd finished our cups of tea, then Lena had to leave. 

But I've been smiling ever since. 

Aunt Lena always knows just when she is needed and what to do.