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. bear 2. debt 3. gap 4. witness 5. describe 6. reaction 

and these "old-timers" 

1. anon (at once, immediately) 2. forsooth (indeed, truly)  3. wood mad (insane, wild)

Here is my story, (somewhere in the late 1700s)

The Lady Catherine stomped her small foot petulantly as she marched around the cavernous kitchen. “I can bear this no longer!, Why can he not admit that he likes me? Is it the gap between my front teeth that turns him away?”

The kitchen boy, called thus though he was near nineteen, bringing a basket of potatoes from the cellar, answered her, “No Milady, the gap is enchanting, and makes you unique among your peers. Forsooth Milady, as the Lord is my witness, you are the fairest in the land.”

“Then why does the Earl not come to me?" she demanded, "why else would he choose not to court me?” asked Lady Catherine.

“It is a delicate matter Lady and perhaps I should not say, but the young Earl prefers a dalliance with the stableboy.”

Her shocked reaction had him faltering slightly, perhaps he had said too much.

“Is he wood mad?” she near shrieked. “The stableboy? What does he have that I do not?”

“If Milady would sit upon this stool, I can explain somewhat. What knowest you of the relationships between a man and a woman?”

“My mother has explained a little,” Catherine replied, blushing a little more than slightly.  “There are feelings first which then lead to, um, other things, which she has tried to describe”

‘She has perhaps described correctly,” said the kitchen boy. “but sometimes these feelings go awry. The young Earl and the stableboy have these feelings for each other. He will never come to you.”

“The Earl is a faggot? And the stableboy too?” she asked. “I know of such, having listened unseen to some bawdy men in the park, and my maid Susannah has explained a little also.”

At that moment Susannah appeared, “Lady, your mother seeks your company immediately.” Catherine shooed her away, “I come anon,” she said and turned back to the kitchen boy. 

“I will be forever in your debt,” she said, “what is your name?”

“John,” he answered. “John Robinson.”

“Thank you, John Robinson,” said Lady Catherine as she departed the kitchen towards her mother’s rooms.