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. gnocchi 2. dynamite 3. chariot 4. bucket 5. periwinkle 

and/or: 

1. noticeboard 2. blunt 3. bockety 4. fifty 5. shortbread

Also included is Charlotte's colour of the month: fawn brown

Here is my story:

Pushing the wheelchair through the doorway, Ted gaily called out, "your chariot awaits M'Lady." Abby replied, "you're going to have to help me love, I'm feeling right bockety this morning." She wobbled to her feet and Ted pushed the wheelchair brakes firmly into place before supporting her into its seat and wrapping her in a fawn brown fluffy blanket. "Perhaps next time you'll walk down the restaurant steps instead of falling. How many drinks did you have anyway?"

"Too many apparently," said Abby, "I was trying to drown the fire in my throat, the gnocchi came with a choice of sauces and I chose chilli, that stuff is dynamite! I don't know what they put in it, maybe habaneros, but it sure started a fire in me!" 'Dave should have warned you," said Ted, "he's been there before and tried most of the menu by now. I'm glad he was sober enough to call you an ambulance."

"Me too," said Abby. "When we arrived here they sent me for x-rays first to make sure nothing was broken, then after some questioning I had to drink a bucketful of something to help settle my stomach. So many questions! I guess they were making sure I wasn't just another drug addict looking for a fix. Where is Dave anyway?" "He's home nursing a hangover, Emma was quite blunt with him this morning, 'One more episode like this and you can jolly well sleep it off in the park!' She really went off at him, it seems he stumbled in and right away threw up on her new periwinkle blue rug."

"Oh no," said Abby. "She loves that rug, got it at a flea market for a bargain, fifty pounds I think she said." "We'll stop off on the way there and buy her a box of her favourite shortbread," said Ted, "then we'll take Dave for a nice long walk along the pier, the cold air should help him sober up fully." "I wouldn't mind a box of shortbread myself," said Abby. "I'll just park you here by the noticeboard while I get the car around and then we'll be off home," said Ted.