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. banal 2. bows 3. canyon 4. dough 5. observant 

and/or: 

1. fulminating 2. beady 3. margarine 4. suit 5. brazen (guess which word I didn't use)

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

Here is my story:

Cheryl, celebrating her seventieth birthday, kneaded yet another batch of dough in her quest to master the art of breadmaking. Her pet rat, Rudy, watched with his observant beady little eyes, hoping a crumb or two might be dropped into his cage. As she kneaded, Cheryl thought the banality of day-to-day retirement life had lost its charm. No longer content to while away her days with walks, attempts at baking and reading, she dreamed of travel.

It would be nice to get away. Far away, she thought. Some place where she would no longer accidentally run into her cheating ex-husband and that brazen hussy he had shacked up with. Seemed like everywhere she went these days, she encountered “Floozy Suzy” with those ridiculous little glitter bows in her fake golden curls and the too short flouncy skirts that didn’t suit her at all. Clearly the woman had no dress sense, or perhaps she thought they made her look young. Quite a stretch of the imagination, thought Cheryl, Floozy Suzy was definitely closer to sixty than fifty.

The oven timer dinged and she wiped her hands on her signal green apron, then a loaf of bread was pulled out to cool on the rack. It smelled and looked delicious, but so had previous loaves, hiding their grey doughiness under golden crust. Cheryl had decided her old packet of dried yeast was probably deader than the kings in their pyramids and had bought new just yesterday. Perhaps this batch of bread would be edible after all. She finished kneading and divided the dough into smaller pieces, these would be bread rolls. If the breadmaking Gods were feeling kindly this week.

Cheryl broke off a tiny bit from the cooling loaf and spread a minute amount of margarine on it before dropping it into Rudy’s cage. He quivered with excitement and picked it up with his tiny paws. “What do you think about King’s Canyon?” she asked him. “We saw it on that TV program last night and it looks nice. I might visit the Tourism Office later today and see if there are bus tours available. I can’t take you with me though, you’d have a lovely holiday with John and Maxine next door instead. Their kids love you.”