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 ME and can be found right here

This week's words/prompts are: 

1. shindig 

2. hootenanny 

3. shemozzle 

4. heiress 

5. banana 

6. barricade 

and/or: 

1. light 

2. tough 

3. coffee 

4. nightmare 

5. curved 

6. Christmas 

Here is my story:

I glanced towards the heavens and sighed deeply.  I wanted to go home, but I no longer had one. Every year I travelled to Earth for this thing called "Christmas", such a thing had never been known on my planet, I had seen it briefly on a sweep screen a few years ago and thought it looked like fun. I'd been coming here every year since, landing in a different country each time for the different experiences. This year was England. But my latest link to Home Screen had  showed a nightmare happening. My people running around in a panic as an out of control asteroid hurtled towards them. My home was reduced to space rubble within minutes. My family was now space dust.

I clutched my violin to my chest as tears poured down my cheeks. These were also new to me. Did the death of my planet mean I was now a proper Earthling with the ability to cry? I'd been a musician, well my whole family had been musicians, playing at every shindig and hootenanny, even a wedding or two. We had also played more sombre music at the funeral of that wacky heiress who had insisted her coffin be curved and coloured like a banana, after I had brought some home one year and she had loved them so much. 

I looked at the barricade separating me from the edge of the cliff leading down to the rocks below. There were clear signs warning people that leaning over too far could be risky, the rocks certainly looked large and capable of ending a life should one fall on them. I stared at them, not wanting to jump, of course, but thinking now how tough my life was about to become. I had my identity cards and papers, but they proclaimed me a visitor only, I had no real home here. Through my tears I searched for the light at the end of the tunnel, the one Earthlings were so fond of saying was always there. I could not see it. 

Turning away, going back to the village where the Christmas trees and decorations still were everywhere, I headed to the Coffee Cafe. Perhaps a hot cup of that frothy stuff they called cappuccino would help clear my mind. I called my Earth friend Eric on the "phone" and asked him to join me and told him when he arrived that I was now without a home to go back to. "Well, that's a bit of a shemozzle, isn't it?" he said. "Tell you what, stay with me a few days and we'll see what can be worked out. I know a few people in immigration."