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 Susan Kane and can be found here

This week's words/prompts are: 

1. field 2. frog 3. smell 4. check 5. visit 6. gate 

and/or: 

1. abandon 2. immune 3. temple 4. hand 5. minister 6. habit

Also included is Charlotte's colour of the month, salmon pink. 

Here is my story:

“Anthony, where is your brother?” called Heather “Down in the back field, by the frog pond.”

 “Oh no, he’s going to come back all muddy and smelly, run down and tell him he needs to get back here and take a bath. The Minister is coming to visit, introducing his new assistant to all in the Parish.”

Anthony took off running and yelled to Sam as he went, “Mum says get away from the frog pond and come take a bath!” 

Heather thought to herself, ‘if I wanted yelling I could have done that myself. Hopefully Sam will abandon all hope of tadpoles for now.” Wiping her hands on her favourite salmon pink apron, she went into the front room and asked Elaine to please check the mailbox, knowing the minister had an annoying habit of bringing in people’s mail and then remarking on the number or lack of letters, being a bit of a nosey parker in Heather’s opinion. “And check the front gate isn’t squeaking!” she called after Elaine. "I must remember to get a padlock for the mailbox," she thought. 

"I hope Bob remembered to oil the gate hinges," she muttered on her way back to the kitchen, which was now smelling deliciously of the German Chocolate Cake which was ready to come out of the oven.

As Anthony and Sam both stampeded into the bathroom, Heather felt the beginnings of a headache throbbing at her temple. “I wish I was immune to these things,” she thought, then hoped Minister Padwell wouldn't start up again about the children attending Church.