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 River (that's me) and can be found here
This week's words/prompts are:
"that's not a good idea" "I know but it's the best bad idea I've got"
1. fire 2. time 3. rose 4. coins 5. peanut butter 6. shouting
Also including Charlotte's colour of the month Antique Rose
A loud crash followed by the shouting of some rather inventive words had Sharon racing into the kitchen. Ben stood surrounded by broken glass and an oozing river of pretty antique pink icing. “It just slipped right out of my hands!” he said, red-faced and sweating. He’d spent all afternoon baking batches of brownies for the cake stall at the school fair and now declared they would just have to be sold naked as the last of the icing sugar had been in the mess that now covered half the floor. “You can’t sell them naked,” said Sharon, “the instructions clearly say ‘frosted brownies’ will be on sale for one dollar each. They are raising money for costumes for the school play.”
They both stared at the floor as Jack, their dog, began licking up some icing. “Quick,” said Ben, “get him away from that, there’s broken glass in it.” Sharon tugged Jack’s collar and lured him outside with the promise of a treat. Ben began swiping at the edges of the icing, drawing the whole mess to a neat pile which he then scooped into the bin. “I’ve got it!” he shouted to Sharon, “peanut butter.”
“As icing? that’s not a good idea Ben,” she said. “I know, but it’s the best bad idea I’ve got right now. All the shops are shut, there’s no way to get more icing sugar this late at night and the kids are expecting to bring the brownies to school in the morning.” “I guess it could work,” said Sharon. “We do have that new giant size jar of the stuff.” They glanced at the clock, “plenty of time still,” said Ben. “Do you still have that icing kit with the fancy nozzles? I could make some with a peanut butter rose and some with little peanut butter stars, woo-hoo! I’m on fire now!”
Sharon searched the pantry for the kit and rinsed the tube and nozzles in case they had gathered dust, while Ben beat half the jar of peanut butter with some softened butter and within an hour they stood admiring the trays of frosted brownies. “I think they’ll sell well,” said Sharon. “Watch those coins come rolling in,” said Ben. Once the frosting had set the brownies were packed into cupcake carriers for easy transport.
Maze (Maisie) and Josh were big enough to manage them, but Sharon and Ben would walk along with them, just in case something unplanned happened.