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. foxgloves 2. summer 3. missing 4. event 5. south 

and/or: 

a sunset photo

NOT used is Charlotte's colour of the month: water blue

Here is my story: (something I was scribbling down on Tuesday night while I couldn't sleep and the words and photo fit into it perfectly.)

Tom stood on the cliff taking photos of the bay below as the full moon silvered the water. Hours earlier he had stood in the same spot taking photos as the setting sun added a gilded effect to the waves. He had thought back then to sunsets at the farm, vastly different to those he saw here along the coastlines.

The memory brought back other things that he hadn’t been missing until now. Vanessa’s prize-winning foxgloves surrounding a green lawn, the yearly summer event laughingly called The Royal Show, when there was nothing royal about it, being just a small town copy of the big city annual Royal Shows.

He shivered a little as the pre-dawn temperature dropped, thinking he should probably buy some thicker clothes. Winter had arrived at Shark Cove. The night was clear and a million tiny stars had twinkled overhead but now began fading as the moon slipped further over the horizon.

Tom took a few more photos then turned back towards The Scenic Retreat. He had been here such a short time and so much had happened. Robert and Vanessa had visited and gone home again, Stephanie had begun retrieving much of her lost memories, and Tom himself had learned a bit more about his own past.

Later today he would follow DI Stanley Grace along the south highway to the city where he would meet up again with Detective Irene Fargo and Stephanie. Bernice too, who had finally agreed to come with them after much coaxing to try and help solve some of the mystery from sixteen years ago.

“I should get some sleep,” Tom decided and packed his camera into the luggage already in his jeep before heading to his bed.