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. lurk 2. amber 3. birch 4. drainpipe 5. spelling 

and/or: 

1. flour 2. buttercups 3. light 4. train 5. mullion

Also including Charlotte's null colour of the month Signal Green.

Here is my story:

As soon as Andy’s Dad heard that code phrase, he sprang into action. He rang around to a few friends with a code of his own “Family Amber Alert” meaning that one of his own was missing. In very little time a crew of ex-military mates had gathered and plans were being made. A map of the area was drawn and X’s marked at possible hiding places. The smallest of the group, a wiry little man nicknamed Ghost was listening as Andy senior described Uncle Mac’s hut. “There’s a drainpipe right beside a mullioned window, plenty of brush cover but you’ll need to approach  from the west as the window has a clear view to the East.” “You don’t need to be spelling anything out for me Andy, I’ll shinny up that drainpipe without a sound and wait for your green signal.” He patted his shirt where a sizeable bag of flour now rested inside. “The train from the north should be right on time and should drown out any tiny sound I might make.”

Chuck checked the scope on his old sniper rifle and loaded the tranquiliser darts,
I’ll lurk around in that copse of birch, they have enough leaf cover this time of year and I’ll have a direct line of sight to the front door. Old Mac didn’t go mad and install a back door did he?”  “No, there’s still just the one door Chuck,” replied Andy senior. “We’ll move across my back field and use all that overgrown shrubbery as cover, leave your light blue cap behind Dan, it’s too easily seen in that field of buttercups right before Uncle Mac’s shrubbery. Let’s all be glad he didn’t get around to cutting it down yet.”

They moved into position, and saw Ghost already up on the cabin roof. Chuck aimed his rifle and after hearing a peculiar bird call from Dan, gave a quick green flash from his night goggles. Ghost emptied that sack of flour down the chimney where it poofed out into the room after landing in the cold ashes below. Stumbling and cursing was heard and the door to the cabin flew open. The weaselly slim man ran out coughing and choking, Chuck fired his darts and made a direct hit. The weaselly man dropped like a stone and the girl in green right behind tripped over his body and broke an ankle.

The men rushed to the cabin, with Andy senior going inside to untie Andy while Chuck and Dan used handcuffs to secure the kidnappers. Chuck phoned the local police, then they all sat and waited while Dan handed around cans of soda and bags of snacks. Andy and his dad had a chat about things that can happen in the city, while Andy senior looked at Kate in her green outfit. “Son, if I was your age and green as a sapling still, I’d have followed that too.” Kate, meanwhile, was swearing like a wharfie as her ankle turned purple and scowling so hard her face was quite terrifying.