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 Hilary Melton-Butcher and can be found here

This week's words/prompts are: 

1. girth 2. pummelling 3. lizard 4. blooms 5. corridor 

and/or: 

1. pucker 2. beady 3. salubrious 4. cabin 5. barley

also included is Charlotte's colour of the month: signal green

Here is my story:

For a full mile, Andy had followed the girl in green. “Oh, salubrious day,” he thought. Bright green, like the go signal on the street lights, (he briefly remembered his father once pummelling the steering wheel while he yelled at the car in front, “what shade of green are ya waitin’ for doofus!”) and concentrated just in time to see those swinging hips turn into a narrow corridor.

Dimly lit, yet bright enough to highlight the matching green lizard skin high heels and handbag carried by the girl. He stayed back far enough that she wouldn’t notice him, he thought, but of course she had. She’d marked him from that first moment and lured him easily. Country boy, she figured, unused to big city sights and sounds, an easy mark. Turning a corner, she slowed enough for him to follow again before swinging open the double doors to the arena.

Andy hesitated briefly, thinking she wouldn’t know he had followed, then entered and stopped in shock. Crowds of men waving fists full of money booed or shouted encouragement to the wrestlers in the ring below. Two men each of massive girth, wearing nothing but a type of loin cloth and plenty of body oil, or perhaps it was sweat, wrestled with each other, stamping their feet with fierce looks on their faces.

He looked around for the girl in green, surely this wasn’t the sort of thing such a pretty girl enjoyed? He couldn’t see her anywhere, so turned back to the show and barely felt the prick of the needle before slumping to the floor. Andy woke some hours later in what appeared to be a small cabin. Tied to a chair and with a horrendous headache, he stared at the sight before him. The girl in green holding a small glass. “Pucker up that pretty mouth darlin’” she said, “and I’ll give you some of this water, I know you must be thirsty by now.”

Andy allowed her to sip feed him half the water before asking “where am I and why have you done this?” She ran her fingers through his barley coloured hair and cupped his face. “Such a pretty boy, I bet your daddy would pay a lot to get you back.” A slim man, so slim he would hardly cast a shadow, slithered through a doorway and cast his beady black eyes upon Andy. “You picked a pretty one Kate,” he said. “If Daddy can’t pay, we know who will, there’s plenty out there who would love that innocent face, bet he’s a virgin too.”

Andy blushed as pink as the blooms on his mother’s rosebushes and felt foolish for being so easily duped. Tears fell as he noticed his wallet in Kate’s hand and his ID in the hand of her partner in crime. His name and address plus phone number were printed inside his backpack and the slim man picked up the phone sitting on the table in the corner and began to dial. Andy looked away and noticed a very distinctive tree through a side window. He tried to keep his surprise from showing. He knew where he was!

The slim man stretched the phone towards Andy, “speak to Daddy boy, tell him I mean business. One hundred thousand dollars or we sell you.” Andy said what he’d been told, then added “Bring the tractor Daddy,” and hoped his Dad would remember last year’s plan to bring the tractor and pull down the big old dead pine by Uncle Mac’s cabin.