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. oysters 2. herringbone 3. puffin 4. needle 5. broom 

and/or: 

1. hummus 2. crochet 3. locket 4. sprocket 5. market

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

Here is my story:

“Oh Chadwick! It’s simply gorgeous!. But I can’t accept it,” as she snapped the velvet case closed and held it out to him. “Why ever not? Phoebe darling, it is our anniversary after all.” “You know how I feel about flaunting our wealth and things like this. How many oysters had to die just for this one necklace?”

“Not a single one darling,” said Chadwick. “These are the new kind, manufactured scientifically in a laboratory. I can show you the receipt if you’d like to see it.” Phoebe re-opened the brown velvet case with it’s fawn coloured satin lining. “It is very beautiful,” she said. “Fasten it for me would you?” Chadwick did so and she leaned in for a hug, laying her cheek against the new herringbone tweed coat that had been her gift to him.

“I shall wear it to dinner instead of the old locket,” she said. “Thank you darling,” said Chadwick. “It looks perfect against the silky blue of your gown and the sheen matches the silver in your hair.” He turned to escort her out of the room and spied a bundle of something in the wingback chair. “Balls of yarn with a needle? But don’t you need two needles to knit sweetheart?”  “This is not knitting, Chad,” Phoebe replied. “This is something new. I am learning to crochet,” she said.

“Who is teaching you?” asked Chadwick. “Several of the women in the retirement village I have been visiting have really lovely knee rugs that they made themselves and they have offered to show me how. I watched very carefully, but trying for myself has resulted in such a mess. I will take it to them on Monday and ask to be shown again.” “But you were coming to the market with me on Monday,” said Chad.

“Darling boy,” said Phoebe, though Chad was now seventy. “Surely by now you can choose hummus by yourself just this one time?” “Of course I can,” he said. “Perhaps I will oil the chain and sprocket on the old push bike and ride that to market instead of taking the car.” “Oh dear,” said Phoebe with hands against her mouth. “Have you forgotten what happened the last time you rode it?” “You make a good point,” he replied. “I shall take the bus! There really is no need to fire up the Rolls, is there?”

“No need at all,” said Phoebe, “and perhaps you could buy me a new broom while you are there.” “Certainly,” said Chadwick. “Now let’s go downstairs to dinner. Cook has made a marvellous roast beef meal and for supper later we have a delightful selection of baked goods from a new bakery called the Puffin Muffin.”