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 T. Powell Coltrin and can be found here
This week's words/prompts are:
1. edge 2. chair 3. blanket 4. hypothermia 5. fire
and/or:
1. exile 2. ranch 3. mutual 4. agenda 5. dress
Here is my story:
“You didn’t follow the
agenda Pam,” he said tearfully.” “You can stuff your agenda, Mark,” said Pam, “and
cut off those crocodile tears too. I read it more fully and there is no mutual
benefit here. Everything is arranged for your own benefit. You’re just like
that selfish nerd on TV. Your way or the highway.”
Mark huffed and threw
his notebook onto the table. “You didn’t even wear the right dress to the
meeting,” he said. “We are never going to make it in the city if you don’t follow
the plan!”
“The plan is a lot
different now,” said Pam, “you weren’t so driven, now all you do is chase the
money, working so many extra hours, coming home only to sleep a couple of hours
then off you go again. And if I had worn that dress, I’d have hypothermia by
now anyway.” She edged closer to the fire in her chair, wrapping her blanket tighter.
“I think I’d rather live in exile on a ranch on a remote island than to keep following
you,” she muttered.
This relationship is in trouble. Big trouble. Well told.
ReplyDeleteElephant's Child; not too much trouble. They aren't married and will be happy enough to separate and go their own ways.
DeleteGood for her. Get outta there, girl.
ReplyDeleteSusan Kane; yes, it's time. They've grown apart and need to move on in separate ways.
DeleteWhat do you think?
ReplyDeleteBeing exiled to Dad’s Montana ranch was by mutual agreement. “I get outta his hair for a year, he gives me $100,000.” Hypothermia had been a problem at first. Chopping wood for fire nearly froze Jacob solid the first day. From there on, he dressed for the cold.
After that, Jacob found the blanket on the edge of the chair and pulled up close to the fire. His thoughts went back to his dad. What is his agenda? Hopefully, Jacob hoped that he would figure it out soon.
Maybe Dad wants him to learn a work ethic. Suriving on a ranch will teach you the value of many skills.
DeleteI think mimi is right, Jacob needs to learn the not everything is just given, but needs to be worked for.
DeleteSometimes people change for the worse and it's sad. I hope he sees her point before it's too late, if it isn't already.
ReplyDeletemessymimi; I think it's too late, he wants the glitzy high life and she wants something more down to earth. Thankfully they aren't married yet, so going separate ways will be easy enough.
DeleteThe parting of the ways is imminent.
ReplyDeletejabblog; yes it is.
DeleteVery well done again (and sadly too close to reality!) - maybe I join you later. I have a huge document in two versions to compare "by hand" today, uhhhh...
ReplyDeleteIris; I hope the huge document doesn't cause you too much trouble.
DeleteI hope they agree to disagree ;)
ReplyDeleteCharlotte; they have grown in separate ways and are ready to part. They aren't married so that will be easier.
DeleteI guess house arrest would be closes thing to exile now.
ReplyDeleteCoffee is on and stay safe.
Dora; probably, but not something I think about.
DeleteI'm glad Pam is willing to take the highway to a remote island, rather than follow Mark to the city of HIS dreams!
ReplyDeleteVal; Pam did follow him to the city, but he's changed and she's had enough.
DeleteWhen they found her, she was sitting on the edge of her chair. A thin woollen blanket had been no defence against hypothermia. The fire had gone out long before.
ReplyDeleteShe had become like an exile in her own country. The family ranch in the very north of Montana had been a mutual choice with her husband Big Dick. They had bought it with one agenda in mind - to work hard and get rich. She never expected that Dick would die so young and now she had joined him, wearing the same linen dress she had donned for his funeral in Simpson by The Wild Horse Trail.
Yorkshire Pudding; this is a good story, but so sad.
Delete