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 words/prompts are supplied by Lissa and can be found here
This week's words/prompts are:
Here is my story:
I stood uncertainly in the gloomy shop, searching the shelves for something I didn’t know yet.
A voice from behind said, “it’s on the second shelf from the top, right beneath the handwoven dreamcatcher.”
I spotted it right away, even as my own voice replied, “but it doesn’t belong there.”
“It knows,” said the voice from behind and I felt a shiver, knowing there was no one there.
I was being helped by a ghost.
The memory of my previous supernatural encounter had left me miserable for weeks, it had been unexpected and I’d felt out of my depth. Maybe this time would be better.
I felt a quiver in the air as the ghost reached past me and pulled the tiny gold box from the shelf where it shouldn’t have been, although I didn’t know why or how I knew that.
This path hadn’t been properly explained to me and I wasn’t ready, yet here I was, holding out my hand for the tiny gold box as it floated down to me.
I clasped it gently, bowed my head as the required thank you, (how did I know I should do that?) then walked back out into the sunshine.
Never before had its warmth felt so welcome.