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 Charlotte and can be found here

This week's words/prompts are: 

1. building 2. tailfeather 3. trees 4. metal 5. cloak 6. linen 

and/or: 

1. boots 2. ring 3. spirit 4. opera mints 5. phone 6. whole

Also including Charlotte's colour of the month: light ivory

Here is my story.

The light ivory linen curtain was yanked aside rather roughly to reveal a slightly wobbly stage setting with artificial trees in pots fronting a cardboard building decorated to resemble a castle. The foreground “lake” looked suspiciously like the Jeffries’ toddler pool and the bridge spanning it was a bright red Japanese style (“last seen on Keisha’s Koi pond” whispered Carl.)

A shout rang out and a small band of warriors ran onto the stage from either side, boots stamping as the ferocious frowns of small boys glared at each other. Cloaks were billowing in assorted colours and fabrics and soon the clang of (blunt) metal swords and shields was heard as the opposing nations “fought” each other.

“My men are far stronger and victory shall be ours!” came from one of the larger warriors whose “crown” was adorned with the tailfeather of an eagle, then, “hey Susie, don’t you dare eat all those opera mints!” as that same warrior sent a fierce glare into the audience.

Khoral Kai had to turn away and stifle his laugh. With just a little guidance from him, these small boys had planned this historical battle almost completely on their own.

From the opposing warriors came “the spirit of our ancestors will ring true and the castle shall be ours!” Then young Freddy tripped and fell into the “lake” as he tried to avoid the squirt of tomato sauce that would indicate a wound and the battle was over as everyone fell about laughing.

“It’s a shame the Tourist Bus Ladies couldn’t make it,” said Barry Jeffries. “Never mind,” said his wife Joan, “I have the whole thing recorded on my phone, we can show them next week at the Spring Market.”