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 Wisewebwoman and can be found here

This week's words/prompts are: 

1. battery 

2. remain 

3. age 

4. bite 

5. produce 

6. workshop 

7. forest 

8. critic

Here is my story:

The neighbourhood critic stood by her garden gate telling everybody who would listen her version of the latest scandal. A young man, off his head on drugs, had been found hiding in Jim's workshop, and when confronted had run around several yards screaming that he would bite anyone who touched him. All along Green Street people were closing and locking doors. Parents told their children to remain inside, "don't even look out your windows, you might startle him into doing something to hurt you."

People called the police and a few stood on their porches waiting for the marked cars to arrive. When they did, everyone was quick to point out Jim's house and the workshop. Two policemen questioned Jim who then took them to the workshop and showed them where the young man had been hiding under the bench. "Do you know the age of this young man or his name?" "Never seen him before," said Jim. "Pretty good workshop you've got here," said the older policeman, "what do you make with all these bits and pieces?" 

"Lately I've been making small crates for the local school, they have a veggie patch and the produce goes in the crates and they sell things at the monthly Farmer's Market," said Jim. They walked back outside to where a couple were giving a description of the young man to a sketch artist, when the drawing was satisfactorily completed the sketch was scanned and sent to the office where it would be put into the computer to see if a match could be made to any known criminals. 

Four policemen came wandering out from the small forest of trees in the yard next to Jim's , all shaking their heads. "no sign of him in there sir," said one of them. "Does nobody know which way he went?" Just then a scream came from a house across the road. "He's here! In my swimming pool!" All the officers rushed across the road to Sylvia's yard and found the man floating face down in the water. He hadn't drowned, his drug addled brain simply assumed that if he couldn't see anyone, they couldn't see him either. Dave jumped in and hauled him out and it was discovered the young man was Scott Brownhill, recently released from jail on an assault and battery charge. 

"We'll dry him off and take him to the hospital until the drugs are out of his system," said Dave, then it will be straight back to jail and then probably a rehab center too." 

**loosely based on an event right here yesterday afternoon which saw five police officers and a paddy wagon pull up and forcibly remove a young man from the premises. **