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 River (that's me) and can be found here

This week's words/prompts are: 

1. entice 

2. excuse 

3. blackbird 

4. swaying 

5. better 

6. mechanical 

7. disorder 

and/or: 

1. peeling 

2. clouds 

3. scrambled 

4. solid 

5. curio 

6. float 

7. fountain

Here is my story: (another chapter in the long running saga)

Molly heard Terry say "we'll be there as soon as we can" and after he hung up the phone and entered the lounge room, she stopped him with a single raised finger. "Make any excuse you want, nothing will entice me out of this chair and away from the fire. My back is still aching after the hours we spent clearing out the disorder left in the houseboat." "Fair enough," said Terry. "That was Sergeant Bennett on the phone, he's made Aiden and Cynthia look through some 'wanted' photos to see if they recognise anyone. Aiden is being tight-lipped, but Cynthia pointed out Ben Falls; Ray wants us, or one of us, to go and see if it's the same Ben Falls we had on the houseboat."  "You'd better get going then," said Molly, "you'll want to get home soonish, those clouds look like they're going to send down a solid wall of rain before dark. If you bring me some vegetables and a couple of bowls I can be peeling vegetables for dinner, unless you'd prefer scrambled eggs? we have those fresh eggs from the market." "Scrambled eggs would be wonderful, easy too, I can cook them and bring them to you here by the fire," said Terry as he pulled on his heavy coat.

Molly settled the blanket closer around her legs and gazed into the fire. It was electric, but made to look like real flames on logs and quite soothing to watch. She heard the car leave and hoped Terry wouldn't be gone too long. Her eyes began to close and Molly dozed off as the warmth eased into her bones. "I hope I feel better by tomorrow," she thought, "there is still so much to do," then sleep claimed her. She dreamed briefly of being permanently stiff, a mechanical version of herself, then sank deeper into the velvet blackness.  As Terry exited the car at the Police Station, he could hear Aiden and Cynthia screaming insults at each other. He opened the front door to see the receptionist speedily writing down in shorthand everything they said. "Doesn't that drive you batty?" asked Terry. "It does," said George, who was on desk duty while the regular receptionist was collecting packages at the Post Office. "Ray says the more they fight, the more likely they are to say things they don't want us to know and I've heard some good stuff this morning. For instance, Aiden and Ben are pals from way back and Cynthia is just a petty thief who got roped in with the promise of a big payday. A bigger problem of course is the whereabouts of Ben Falls, even Aiden doesn't seem to know." "I'll just pop into Ray's office then and have a look at the photos," said Terry, hanging up his coat.