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. biscuit 

2. reign 

3. selection 

4. vigorous 

5. treatment 

6. seal 

and/or: 

1. beef-witted 

2. fudgel 

3. groak 

4. titty-nope

Here is my very short story, with only the first six words:

The toddler in the child seat of the shopping trolley reigned supreme as her mother wheeled the cart around the aisles, choosing this and that, wondering what new thing she might try cooking for dinner. 

Other customers all over the store ooohed and aaahed over the golden-haired angel, with her sweet little smile and big brown eyes. Then the biscuit aisle loomed, and the mother warned others to please keep their distance. The child LOVED biscuits, the crinkly bags, the bright cartoonish colours and she wanted them. ALL of them. In an instant the angel became a devil as her little hands reached out to grab as much as she could. 

The mother wisely stayed in the centre of the aisle where the little arms couldn't reach the selection and the "Mama, bikkie" rose to operatic heights. The tears fell, the small feet kicked and they were barely two feet into the aisle! Just a half second before the ear-piercing scream began, the mother found the bag she was looking for. Crinkly, colourful and STRONG. She handed it to her daughter, who was immediately pacified. 

From that moment, the angel shook, chewed, cuddled, and smacked the bag against the handle of the trolley. After such vigorous treatment, the biscuits inside would be crushed, but the seal would hold and no trail of broken biscuits and crumbs would follow them through the rest of the store. Leaving the biscuit aisle, peace reigned again and the mother heaved a sigh of relief.