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. discourteous 2. flicker 3. martini 4. whips 5. belly 

and/or: 

1. waving 2. frogs 3. moderation 4. smile 5. louring

Also including Charlotte's colour of the month: signal green

Here is my story:

Squatting like a frog on the signal green bench in the corner, Billy’s louring expression was a bit unnerving to the newer younger children, but the older ones who knew him better were used to his ways and felt flickers of compassion for him. He’d been sent to school without breakfast again, his belly now rumbling quite loudly as they all chanted the times tables with Emma in charge at the front while Miss Wilkinson was busy in the kitchen making a sandwich for Billy. She had sent him to the corner for being discourteous, although he didn’t realise what he’d done.

Miss Wilkinson soon came back with a sandwich cut into fours so that Billy would eat with a little moderation at least, the last time he had stuffed the whole sandwich into his mouth and almost choked getting it down. His father was the type who favoured shouting with much arm waving and possibly the use of small whips, judging by the scars on Billy’s legs. He didn’t understand the boy simply was not quite right for school. Billy didn’t seem able to learn much of anything, although he did enjoy the painting hour very much.

Miss Wilkinson thanked Emma for her help and suggested a painting hour could come before lunch today instead of after and was rewarded by a small smile from Billy when he saw the papers and brushes being brought out. Miss Wilkinson wondered to herself if painting some of the lessons might help Billy learn better, a paint-by-numbers sort of thing would help with counting maybe? Or at least number recognition. Perhaps he could even learn to spell the colours he loved so much.