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 Alex J. Cavanaugh and can be found here

This week's words/prompts are: 

1. pyromaniac 2. midnight 3. parrot 4. frozen 5. razor's edge 

and/or: 

1. anguish 2. alligator 3. taco 4. predictable 5. staple

also including Charlotte's colour of the month pearl opal green

Here is my story:

Sam sat frozen with fear as Abby used the straight razor’s edge to carefully scrape the singed beard from his face. His mental anguish knew no bounds. On his way home from the pub, he’d stopped at the newly-painted pearlised opal green taco stand for his predictable Saturday night staple, an alligator meat taco. 

As he turned with the feast in his hand, he’d spotted the midnight pyromaniac lighting one of his many fires in the park. The brightly coloured parrot pattern on his shirt was unmistakable. The pyromaniac was his own brother, Gene. Sam had rushed to him trying to put out the flames, but the fire grew quickly and Gene got away as Sam’s hair and beard caught the sparks and burned. 

He rolled on the ground to put out the flames and then sank his whole head into the nearby fishpond before hurrying home, where Abby would be waiting for her share of the midnight feast. He knew he would have to tell the police and tears poured down his cheeks as Abby continued to gently scrape the charred beard away, before starting on what was left of his hair. “I’m glad you stopped long enough to call the Fire Brigade,” she said.