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. supress 2. ballet 3. hero 4. warrant 5. partner 6. pressure 

and/or: 

1. treasure map 2. bus stop 3. egg roll 4. full moon 5. garden gnome 6. trash can

Also including Charlotte's colour of the month which is luminous red

Here is my story:

Several weeks later, on a sunny Saturday, a busload of women arrived in Lighthouse Village and were met by Khoral Kai who handed each of them a printed map of the Farmer’s Market grounds.  “ooh!” said Jenny, “this is just like a treasure map with each line of footprints leading to a new treasure!.” “So we can stick together or go our own way and not get lost,” said Gertie. “And then we meet up again here at the bus stop at four-thirty to go home again,” said Agnes.

“I’m so pleased you could all come,” said Khoral, “I hope you won’t miss my story-time at two o’clock. Just follow the crowd of children down the path by the big pink trash can.” “It’s lovely to see you here and thank you again for rescuing me, you were quite the hero getting me out of the thistles and I have never wandered away from the group since that day,” said Jenny.  “Good to hear, but you have a map today so you can wander as you wish and not get lost.”

The ladies all started off together, but soon drew apart as some wanted to spend longer at stalls than others who were anxious to see as much as possible. Their driver, Stanley, went into the Village first for lunch at a small Asian restaurant, he really loved fried rice with shrimp and egg roll and knew he would feel better wandering around without a growling stomach drawing him to the sweets stalls. Small purchases were made as the ladies moved from stall to stall, with oohs and aahs as they showed them off each time they met up.

“This place definitely warrants another visit,” said Agnes to Gertie. “I don’t think we’ll need to exert much pressure on Stanley to bring us either,” said Gertie. “Just look at him enjoying himself at the bakery stall. I wonder who that is he’s talking to? He seems quite animated.” “Perhaps he is finally looking for a new life partner,” said Agnes. “It had been some time since his wife died.” “I think he just wants friends,” said Gertie. “Look at the time! We need to find that pink trash can.” “That way,” said Agnes, “follow those children.”

Soon everyone was settled either on the grass or on rows of chairs as Khoral began his latest story with the help of Old Pete to “illustrate” It was a tale of a full moon night, when in Fairy Land the garden gnomes came to life and danced in the moonlight. No one at all was able to suppress their laughter as Old Pete dressed as a garden gnome with luminous red cheeks, appeared from the wings in a rainbow tutu and ballet slippers to dance across the stage as Khoral played his violin.