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 Messymimi and can be found here

This week's words/prompts are: 

1. employee 2. chaos 3. decide 4. water 5. immune 6. buffet 

and/or: 

1. prepence (premeditated or planned in advance) 2. pelf (wealth often dishonestly acquired) 3. coxcom ( a dandy, a vain or conceited man)

also including Charlotte's colour of the month: luminous bright red which I have used as neon

Here is my story:

There was total chaos in the employee lunch room as Bill and George yelled at each other, with Ann between them, trying to calm things down. Bill slammed his coffee mug onto the table causing the hot brown liquid to slosh over someone’s unfortunate sandwich. 

He fixed his eyes on Ann, sorrowfully telling her, “I was right, you are a gold digger. All this time pretending to decide between me and George and now this..this..coxcomb is flourishing a winning lottery ticket, you’ve decided he is the one for you. Wealth? Hah! More like pelf,” he said.

“I don’t even know what that means,” said Ann. “It means wealth dishonestly obtained,” said Bill. “That two million is already in his account, but he has conveniently forgotten that we bought it together and I paid for my half.” 

Ann turned to the other man. “George? Is this true?” “He did say all along that any amount of winnings wouldn’t make any difference to him, he was happy with his life just they way it is,” said George, “so why is he quibbling now? I have had premeditated plans in place for months for how I might spend it.”

“He is quibbling because you have been dishonest,” said Nancy, whose sandwich was the now soggy inedible result of the coffee spillage. “And I would add that he is more likely not totally immune to the dreams that come with the promise of riches.” 

Ann said to George, “so you just ‘forgot’ to mention the ticket had won the first prize?” 

Nancy, whose spiked hair was a brilliant neon red this week,  dropped her ruined lunch into the bin, then turned to the buffet table to select another option and after wiping the mess with a water-soaked napkin, sat down well away from the arguing pair.

“Shame on you,” said Ann to George. “I think you should go to the bank immediately with Bill and transfer half the money to his account.” She smiled brightly at Bill, letting him know that he was probably the better man after all. 

Bill wasn’t fooled though, he knew now she was a gold digger and probably only wanted him after all because he was a younger man and George might hand over half the money.”