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 Charlotte and can be found here

This week's words/prompts are: 

1. gratitude 2. thistle 3. a pod of dolphins 4. dance 5. pharmacy 6. crumbs 

and/or: 

1. fog 2. nutcracker 3. belt 4. mushrooms 5. room 6. remember

Also including Charlotte's colour of the month: golden yellow

Here is my story: (I skipped a few words)

“You have my eternal gratitude,” she said hoarsely as I helped her out of the thistle bed she had become entangled in. “You’re lucky I came this way,” I replied. “my name is Khoral Kai and you are..?” “I am Jennifer Amitri. I don’t suppose you have a little water with you? I’ve been stuck here for what seems like hours and my throat is as dry as a desert.” I handed her the spare bottle of sparkling water from my backpack and watched as she guzzled down half of it in one go. 

Finally stopping for breath, Jennifer thanked me again and asked, “I don’t suppose you saw a tourist bus anywhere along the way? I wandered away from the group, I saw a pod of dolphins a little way out and walked along watching as they did their dance amongst the waves. Then I fell on some loose gravel and landed in the thistles.” “Then you must be the Jenny they are all frantically calling for,” I said. “You wandered quite a long way, I passed the bus at least fifteen minutes ago. I was out here to see the dolphins also. Come along back down the trail now and we’ll have to hurry a bit, there’s a fog rolling in, see the low cloud over to the South? By the Lighthouse. That’s the fog and moving quite quickly too. 

“So it is,” she said. “I remember just how fast it comes in though I haven’t been here in many years now.” “We are almost at the bus now,” I said, perhaps one of the others has a brush you can borrow to get the bits of thistle out of your golden yellow hair.” Jenny gasped as her hands flew to her head. “Oh I hope I don’t look too unkempt! I suppose I should be glad I didn’t scratch my face, the thistles were quite thick.” “You do have one small scratch beside your ear,” I said. “I shall ask the bus driver to stop at the pharmacy for some antiseptic wipes and hope he isn’t too inconvenienced by it,” she said. “I have already made them terribly late by getting lost.” 

“I shall speak to him,” I said. “I think perhaps he will just be glad you are safe and sound.” “Thank you again. Coral is an unusual name for a man, do you spell it with a ‘C’ like the coral that grows and forms reefs?” “No, it is spelled with a ‘KH’, I said. “KHORAL”, I live in that Lighthouse which is now shrouded by the fog and look! here is the bus and all your friends.” “You are a long way from home, how did you get here? Do you need a ride home? The driver might not mind one extra passenger, the bus has plenty of room.” 

“We shall ask then,” said Khoral, “if my bicycle can be hooked onto the back of the bus. I would like to ride with you and your friends. It can be an adventure that I weave into a story to tell the village children at our next story-telling afternoon.”