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 Lissa and can be found here

This week's words/prompts are: 

1. wonderland 2. squander 3. brisk 4. postcards 5. wait 6. stall 7. leftover

Also including Charlotte's colour of the month which is 'white'

This week's story is a further chapter to Tom's story which I began almost six years ago now in April 2017. when I last left that story, winter was setting in, this chapter is several months ahead in early summer.

Here is my story:

It was early summer and the tourist season was once again in full swing at Shark Cove. The Post Office/Marketplace was doing brisk business with the sales and mailings of postcards and other souvenirs. The trees lining the streets were in full bloom with the scent of white lilac everywhere. Happy faces were everywhere, with many exclaiming over the whiteness of the sandy beach and the almost turquoise water. The carnival people were once again in town and had set up their Fairground with stalls, rides and a Ferris Wheel in the field behind the Marketplace.

Bernice had come down from her mountain hideaway for bit of excitement. “It’s like Wonderland,” she said to no one in particular, “I’ve missed this.” Bernice hadn’t visited the fairground in many years, only ever sneaking quickly in and out of town for necessities when she needed them. She had become braver lately, after several visits from Detective Inspector Grace and his lovely partner Irene Fargo. Sometimes Bernice couldn’t quite remember why they were there, searching for someone from long ago, she knew that much and when her mind cleared she could put pieces together, especially when she saw or heard something that jogged her memory.

Today was one of those days. In the crowds of families one voice boomed out and made Bernice shudder. “Now kids, take care. Don’t squander your money on silly trinkets you could just as easily buy at home for a cheaper price.” She glanced around quickly and saw him. It had been months since she’d spotted him and his crooked nose at his illegal campfire up on the other side of the mountain, he was standing right behind the booming voice man. Bernice turned away quickly and decided she’d had enough of the Fairground. Now she just wanted to get home as quickly as possible.

Tom had also been at the fairground, with his camera taking as many photos as he could. He had asked Bill Money, the Postmaster, if the fair was open at night and planned to come back after sunset for night photos. He turned away from the Ferris Wheel and noticed Bernice scurrying past, he’d heard of her from DI Grace and snapped a shot of her as she pulled a scarf over her head trying to hide her face. “She looks like she’s seen a ghost,” Tom thought. He backed away and began taking random photos of the crowds. “I’ll show these to DI Grace as well as to Ed and Sara, maybe Stephanie too if she is calm enough. Maybe they can see someone that Bernice is frightened of. I’d like to ask Bernice herself but I’m not sure if she would speak to me. I’ll have to wait and see if maybe DI Grace can take me to see her”

Leaving the Fairground and making his way up the goat track to the Scenic Retreat Tom hoped there would still be some apple pie leftover from last night’s dinner. Lindsay Bingham, he of the broken nose, was also leaving the Fairground, but in the opposite direction and hadn’t seen either Bernice or Tom.