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. scarf 2. flower 3. shoes 4. pick 5. a bevy of quail 6. leaves 

and/or: 

1. branches 2. unlucky 3. wind 4. major 5. gnome 6. fingers

Also including Charlotte's colour of the month which is golden yellow for July

Here is my story:

I stood with my grandmother and watched as a bevy of quail crossed the yard to the feed tray. Gran pulled her golden yellow scarf tighter around her neck against the wind as we stopped momentarily in a patch of sunshine and discussed yesterday’s wedding. “I worried about it,” she said, “a wedding on Friday the 13^th would be unlucky I thought, but it all turned out so well.”

“It was a beautiful wedding,” I said, keeping an eye on my shoes as we moved across the grass, Grandma’s ducks had been free ranging earlier and I didn’t want to step in anything yucky. “He seems like the perfect match for our Cheryl too, but who was that man standing at the back? I heard someone say he was the wedding planner but he had a funny name, something I’ve never heard before.”

“His name is Khoral Kai,” I said. “He has been living in Pete’s old lighthouse for several years now, you must have heard of him.” “Oh!” she said, “the alien! Now I remember. I’m afraid my mind might be slipping a bit, I am 93 now you know.” “I do know that Grandma and I hope to live as long as you, but it is getting chilly now, we need to get back inside before our fingers freeze!”

“You’re right, let’s just pick a few flowers first, and some mint leaves for a cup of tea too.” We turned towards the house as the wind picked up and tree branches began to sway more wildly. “There’s a major storm expected,” said Grandma, “we need to make sure all the shutters are securely locked and I’m glad your Dave got the generator ready to run. You know, I’ve never seen that alien before, I should get out more, I kind of expected him to look a bit like a gnome, like that ET in that film we saw when you were a child. He did a really good job, all the colours co-ordinated so beautifully and the cake was a work of art."