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 Wisewebwoman and can be found here

This week's words/prompts are: 

1. smithereens 2. arch 3. magazine 4. outcome 5. income 

and/or: 

1. primrose 2. cormorant 3. boreen 4. lucidity 5. antagonism

Also including Charlotte's colour of the month: fawn brown

Here is my story:

My neighbour Mae and I were companionably chatting as we folded clean dry clothes into our baskets from the communal lines. My back door slammed and my daughter Clarissa walked down the two concrete steps, fists clasped to her chest. A deep sigh emanated, then, “My heart is fragile glass, sometimes cracked, but never broken. Until now. Today it was smashed to smithereens.” She stood still and allowed a single tear to fall. Mae nudged me and whispered, “She’ll be a famous actress one day Kate, you just wait and see.”

“What happened today sweetie?” I asked. “Tony no longer likes me,” she said sadly. “Evelyn, she of the golden wavy hair and high income parents, brought chocolate fudge brownies to school today and Tony followed her all day with his tongue hanging out like a puppy.” Clarissa raised her eyes to the heavens and said, “Oh Lord, save me from men who think only with their stomachs.” She turned and marched back inside, running her hands through her fawn brown short cropped hair.

Mae was spluttering, trying hard not to laugh too much. “Men!” she said. “The child is barely nine years old! Wait until she learns that all men everywhere think with their stomachs, except for those hormonal teenage years.” Clarissa reappeared with her camera in hand. “I’ll take a little wander along the boreen, Mother, maybe I can get a decent photo of the cormorant who likes to sun his wings by the bridge. I need a really good shot to enter that magazine competition.” She passed under the arch that used to hold a gate which had long since rotted away and took several photos of the primrose beds before turning on to the boreen.

“I have to say Kate, Clarissa exhibits remarkable lucidity for a child her age, I think she is over her heartbreak already.”  “Maybe,” I said, “but there has been antagonism between her and Evelyn all year, since her parents moved her out of that fancy boarding school and into Clarissa’s classroom. I’ve heard from Sue in the next block, that Evelyn is also entering the magazine photo competition. The outcome from that should be interesting if either of them wins.”