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 Sean Jeating and can be found here

This week's words/prompts are: 

1. daily 2. friendly 3. human 4.nodding 5. wife 

and/or: 

1. bags 2. gentlemen 3. infinity 4. steps 5. veil

Also included is Charlotte's colour of the month: Dahlia Yellow

Here is my story:

After several years in Lighthouse Village, Khoral had become quite accustomed to human life, his daily walks and meetings with friendly people helped a lot with that. The isolated area was a quiet life with mostly old-fashioned values, gentlemen helping their wives with bags when they were shopping, holding doors open for people to walk though, polite to each other. And the story times with the children were a truly amazing part of each day. Today Khoral had spoken to Terry as he painted a cheerful dahlia yellow onto the window frames of the houseboat, nodding absently as his wife Molly dictated yet another list of things they would need to stock up for the coming winter.

Khoral recalled the last town meeting, where people had mentioned the theft of several old quilts from washing lines. Everyone was keeping an eye out, but the thief had yet to be caught. With winter fast coming it was unacceptable that anyone should be homeless and stealing to keep warm. What was the person eating? Did he or she have shoes? The local Police Officer, Sergeant Bennett, had arranged for several me to have powerful police flashlights and do a walk-around every night and three women had volunteered to have older, slightly shabby, quilts and blankets left on their washing lines overnight.

Khoral turned now to walk along the path leading to his lighthouse home. As always, with Christmas approaching, his thoughts turned to his home planet Zordax, now nothing but a cloud of cosmic dust. He had come to earth every year for the Christmas period because he loved seeing how the different countries celebrated.  Then one year, while staying near the village he had seen the asteroid smash his home planet with family and friends lost forever. He was left stranded with nothing but his clothes and violin.

On this anniversary of that day, as always, Khoral would climb the steps to the highest deck in the lighthouse and look towards his far away galaxy, always at midnight when the stars were brightest and staring into the Universe could make a person appreciate the real meaning of infinity. His inner veil would come down and the tears would fall and he would not stop them. Tomorrow would be another day and he would smile again.