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 Sean Jeating and can be found here

This week's words/prompts are: 

1. consider 2. rather 3. suspicious 4. table 5. teeth 

and/or: 

1. paraskivedekatriaphobia 2. bigots 3. different 4. gender 5. hyperbolise

Charlotte's colour of the month is pebble grey.

Here is my story:

“It’s late, I’m tired, can we please just agree to disagree?”

“NO!” he replied angrily. “You’re living in a rainbow world where everything is fine and dandy, but you’re wrong! All this pandering and allowing people of different gender to dress as they please and wear their hair as they please, even colouring it in shades of greens and blues! It isn’t right. It just isn’t right!”, he ran his hands through his own pebble grey hair making it stand out as if he'd been electrocuted and I refrained from reminding him that he had it dyed because his natural white hair made him feel old. 

“Sally was right,” I said. “You are a bigot and a racist too, though essentially the two are the same, but not allowing Tony to go to Andrea’s Birthday party because they are African? And so what if his hair is purple? It’s Tony’s favourite colour.”

“He got this dumb idea from Andrea! That’s what you get when you allow him to associate with those who aren’t our kind! I’ve been suspicious of them from the day they moved in. I’d rather see Tony join the priesthood than get sweet with a coloured girl.”

“You should consider your next words carefully Grand-dad. The world is a far different place now, and ‘our kind’ as you put it, includes all races and all genders and you’re not Tony’s father, I am. I already told him he could go to the party, Sally agrees and neither of us sees any harm in it. They are just children after all, nine years old both of them. Now stop your hyperbolising.”

“But what about the date?” said Tony senior to his son. “It’s going to be Friday the thirteenth, you know that’s an unlucky day and the boy should stay home.”

“I forgot you had paraskevidekatriaphobia, but I can guarantee nothing bad is going to happen to your young namesake.  It’s just another day, the same as any other and if you keep this up you might find yourself no longer welcome at our table. Mum agrees with me and Sally too and I think Grandma would have as well. Now let’s go to bed and don’t forget to put your teeth in before you come down to breakfast.”