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 Elephant's Child and can be found here

This week's words/prompts are: 

1. antique 2.guide 3. celebration 4. journal 5. expressive 

and/or: 

1. a little bird told me 2. cat got your tongue? 3. every dog has his day

Also including Charlotte's colour of the month which is Water Blue for April.

Here is my story:

“Nudge nudge wink wink”, said Marlene as she elbowed Kathleen gently in the ribs. “What? What are you on about?” “A little bird told me you have a secret,” said Marlene. “Come on, you can tell me, we’re best friends remember?” Kathleen stared as if she had never seen Marlene before. “Cat got your tongue?” Marlene asked.

Taking a deep breath, Kathleen turned her startling water blue eyes to Marlene and said, “I don’t know where you got this best friends idea, we’ve known each other exactly two weeks, and if I had any secrets at all I wouldn’t be telling you. I’ve seen and heard how you gossip.”

Marlene looked shocked and hurt, her gossiping habits had never been so cruelly exposed. She apologized to Kathleen and asked if they could still be friends. “Casual friends,” said Kathleen. “And there will be no secrets told by either of us.”

“I’ll try to be a better friend,” said Marlene. “Can we go on this tour together at least?” “We can,” said Kathleen, “but you have to put away that camera, the guide clearly stated no photography is allowed inside the castle.” Marlene grimaced, but put the small camera in her pocket. “What are you most interested in?” she asked.

“The antique furniture mostly, but I’m looking forward to seeing Lady Margarethe’s daily journal, apparently her writings were quite expressive for the times she lived through.” “You want to snoop in some old diary?” said Marlene.

“Not a diary, a journal, there’s a difference,” said Kathleen, “and there’s no snooping involved, the journal is open and inside a locked glass box, so we can only read the two pages, but I’m sure it’s interesting.” “Huh,” said Marlene. “Why is the castle open today anyway?”

“They are having a celebration in honour of the one hundred years since Lady Margarethe died and left the castle as a museum, after the inside tour there is a small garden party on the lawns by the lake.”

To herself she admitted “and I will never, ever, tell a gossip like you that Lady Margarethe was an ancestor of mine.”