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 C.Lee Mckenzie and can be found here

This week's words/prompts are: 

1. sweetheart 

2. succotash 

3. semi-stable 

4. solace 

5. singularly 

6. solution 

and/or: 

1. married 

2. lately 

3. diet 

4. denied 

5. squash 

6. urban

Here is my continuing story/ on the houseboat:

Aiden ducked as another plate flew by his head. “Now sweetheart, you need to calm down,” then ducked into the bedroom as Cynthia advanced with a rolling pin. “Where did she find a rolling pin?” he wondered, slamming the door quickly. “I will not calm down!” she shrieked. “This whole thing is just a scam between you and Ben, I reckon!” “It was your idea, Cyn,” he said through the door. “But you two have played against me! I stole the diamonds and Ben was supposed to leave our share of the money here in this crummy houseboat, so where is it? I’ve torn the place apart and there’s nothing here!” Cynthia began to cry, again.

Aiden sighed. Cynthia had always been singularly unique, sort of semi-stable, a bit off-kilter, but just lately, well, maybe she was becoming unhinged. He was glad they’d decided to put off getting married. Even after she had denied herself many of her favourite foods (cakes and chocolates) and dieted to be able to squash her ample curves into the wedding dress of her dreams, he still wasn’t ready to “tie-the-knot” and had talked her into waiting until they had their share of the money from the robbery. They had other things against them too, Cynthia liked the hustle and bustle of urban life, with plenty of shopping opportunities, while Aiden had always wanted the solace of a little cottage out in the suburbs, where women grew bored at home alone and weren’t averse to a little friendship with a handsome neighbour.

Probably they would never find a solution, and with no million dollars there would never be a wedding either. “That might not be such a bad thing,” Aiden thought. Cynthia wasn’t a good cook and he didn’t fancy a life of succotash night after night, no matter how healthy it might be. A man needed more variety in his diet, and with his women too. He’d been used to playing the field since his teens and now admitted to himself he didn’t want to be tied down. But how to explain that to Cynthia? And where on earth was Ben with their share of the diamond money?