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 to read it and add a few encouraging words.

This month the words/prompts are supplied by messymimi and can be found here

This week's words/prompts are: 

1. parallel 

2. fox 

3. bell 

4. pace 

5. funeral 

6. negotiation 


1. soap 

2. rare 

3. consolidate 

4. say 

5. road 

6. injection

Here is my story:

The bell had tolled, the funeral was over and we mourners walked at slow pace in parallel lines back to our cars. I had wanted to sit beside the grave for a moment, alone, but SHE was having none of it. My stepmother was in a hurry to get home. Wily as a fox, she outlined everything I was to do and say when we attended the reading of my father’s will later in the week. As if I couldn't make up my own mind, or know how to behave. I was eighteen for heaven's sake! 

“There will be no negotiation young lady,” she snapped at me. “This is a rare opportunity for you to do some good!” “For whom?” I thought to myself, and of course the answer was ‘for her’. I knew she had been gambling and spending almost since the wedding three years ago. She needed a swift injection of funds to pay her gambling debts and hoped my father had left her a sizeable amount. Failing that, she hoped I would allow her to draw upon my inheritance. I had no idea how much, if anything, my father had left to me.

A few days later, I stood in my bathroom, washing my hands with my favourite rose scented soap and smiled at myself in the mirror. The will had been read and things were in my favour. My father had known about my stepmother’s gambling and left her just enough to pay those debts. 

As for her credit cards, he had left for her the phone number of a financial counsellor who could possibly consolidate and pay her debts and loan her enough to get a new start, and a train ticket to “hit the road”. A large portion of his estate had been left to a few charities, and the rest, including this house I loved, was now mine. 


  1. Now that is how such stories of wills and inheritance should end. Glad the Dad was on to her and while he took care of her, he mostly took care of his daughter. Well done.

    1. Arkansas Patti; I do prefer happy endings.

  2. Despite his second marriage he sounds like a wise man. I am glad that your protagonist can keep the home she loves.

    1. Elephant's Child; he was very wise and his daughter is the same.

  3. Oh, stepmom will react poorly. Major poorly.

    1. Susan Kane; I think she will just move far away and find a new target.

  4. It's good he had enough sense to do it that way. Excellent story.

  5. Step mum got her just deserve then.

  6. Good end of the story!
    Gambling sure is an illness, kinda. My 81-year old neighbor told me his wife did this, too. All the money she earned she lost that way and he could do nothing about it.
    I know, that´s not the point of the story ;-)
    Sad to loose your Dad at such a young age...

    1. Iris Flavia; my first husband gambled too, gambled the mortgage money and we had to sell our house. It's in the past now, so I don't think about that anymore.
      Lose has only one "o", loose with two "o's" means not tight, as in my pants are too loose.

  7. Thanks for a happy ending. I like these very much.

    1. Charlotte; thank you, I like happy endings too.

  8. Yes, she'll likely move on to a new target to fund her gambling bankroll. But karma will find her again eventually.


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