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 David M. Gascoigne and can be found here

This week's words/prompts are: 

1. coveted 2. single 3. lunch 4. chance 5. wallet 

and/or: 

1. earned 2. sense 3. school 4. pester 5. owner

also including Charlotte's (https://krydderuglen.blogspot.com)  colour of the month: bright red orange. Sadly I am unable to change the colour of the text 😢

Here is my story:

From early childhood, Elise had known to not pester her parents for things they simply couldn’t afford. Her dad had a full-time job, and her mum made a bit of extra cash sewing dresses and school uniforms for several families.

But there were siblings too, older and younger, and money didn’t stretch as far as it could have with both parents smoking many cigarettes daily and her dad spending quite a bit each weekend betting on the horse races trying to get rich, and drinking a couple of beers. She was thankful he didn’t get drunk and smack them all like Celia’s dad did.

Celia, with the fiery red-orange hair, often came to school with bruises. So Elise never asked for things, certainly never for money, that was something that had to be earned by working, and being only seven she was still at school five days a week.

That didn’t stop her from admiring and wanting the things many of her school friends had. She coveted daily; the shiny shoes, the bulging pencil cases filled with glorious colours, some girls even wore a different dress to school every single day, though there were a few that wore the proper uniform, it wasn’t a rule until you got to highschool.

Each morning, Elise would put her plum jam sandwich lunch into an old bread wrapper and place it in the bottom of her school case under the books so the wrapper would not come undone.

One day on her way home from school, she found a wallet lying under the pine trees that separated the northbound side of the road from the southbound side. Elise liked to walk along that wide middle section and pretend it was a forest. The wallet was old and flat, she sensed there was no money inside, but she looked for a name or address so the wallet could be returned to its owner.

There was none, so Elise decided she would take a chance and keep it. It was very worn, maybe someone had just thrown it away and wouldn’t miss it. She could pretend she was a grown lady and the wallet was only empty until payday when it would be magically filled with money. 


Comments

jabblog said…
A magic wallet would be such a gift!
I think we would all like a wallet that refilled itself. Another delightful snippet of a life that isn't based on easy street.
River said…
jabblog; if only such things existed.
River said…
Elephant's Child; Thank you. I think I'd like a few years on easy street. I borrowed a bit from my own childhood for this one.
Margaret D said…
The magic wallet. Nice story R.
Iris Flavia said…
Your last sentence got me thinking... A very sensible story...
River said…
Iris; mostly a childhood memory in this one and I did once find an empty wallet, but always knew it would never get magically filled with money.
LOVERS' LEAP
Frank coveted a single woman to take to lunch and by chance he met a nice lady in his favoured supermarket after he had dropped his wallet. Though she earned a measly salary as a checkout operator, she had a keen sense of right and wrong that had been fortified at school.When she approached Frank in the supermarket car park clasping the aforementioned wombat-skin wallet he thought she was either a salesperson trying to pester him or the owner of a vehicle who had perhaps bumped into his vintage "Holden". Realising what had really happened , he hugged the lady whose name happened to be Elsie. Frank and Elsie went out to lunch the very next day and shared a bright red orange with ice cream for dessert. Later they were married and lived happily ever after.
THE END
River said…
Margaret D; it isn't magic, she is only pretending.
River said…
Yorkshire Pudding; nicely done, thank you.
Val said…
Aww... I was hoping there'd be some money in that wallet, and Elise would share it with Celia. Then again, that would have made Elise a "thief" for keeping something that didn't belong to her. So I like where you went with this story.
messymimi said…
You make your own fun where you find it when you are a child with a good imagination and few bought toys. That's something I believe today's children miss out on.
messymimi said…
I do like a happy ending.
I once found a big banknote in the street - a foreign currency. My mother took it and promised to exchange it for me. I never saw any of it. I still feel a bit angry even after these many years - I'm sure it was turned into many dinners for us. Next time I found a banknote, Danish and of much lower denomination, I kept the find to myself, and used from it sparingly for candy and coloured pencils :)
A magic wallet would have been a miracle to me.
I really liked this story, nad thank you for using my colour.
Yay for happy endings, and thanks for using my colour.
River said…
Val; Money in the wallet would have to be handed to the police, this way Elise gets to keep an old empty throwaway to play with.
River said…
messymimi; that's true, kids these days have everything thought out for them on screens, they need to be outside playing and making up stories and games instead. Imagination is being lost.
River said…
Charlotte; I think your mother should have at least explained about the money. I have found notes a few times over the years and always kept the money.
TWW said…
I could do with one my self. Thank you for dropping by.

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