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 Elephant's Child and can be found here

This week's words/prompts are: 

1.bookseller  2. solve  3. shore  4. lied  5. buy  

and/or: 

1. folly  2. tales  3. love  4. curious  5. practical

Here is my story: continuing Claudia and Christopher's story:

 True to my word, I waited by the peach tree right after breakfast, with a small jar of the peach jam mum had made every year since the first time I stole the peaches. When Christopher spotted me a huge smile broke out on his face and when I presented the jam he opened it right away and tasted it from his finger! “Mmm, I’ll never buy jam again if your mum can make this for me every year.” “I can promise you that,” I said.

He wrapped an arm around my shoulder and asked would I like to go inside or explore the garden? “I have already seen a lot of the garden,” I said, “I’ve hopped over the fence many times and just walked around imagining things that might have happened in various parts of it."

 "For instance, that small cave like grotto thing in the corner by the honeysuckle arbor, what is that and what is it for?” He steered me in that direction and said, “that’s one of my grandmother’s favourite places, I’m told Grandpa built it for her, called it a folly, which I take to mean it as something pretty but not at all useful?” “That is one meaning of folly, I guess, curious but not practical” I said. “Tell me more about it?”

“I don’t know much,” Chris said, “only that it was supposed to be, not really magical, but a fairy grotto and Grandma was going to put a seat in there and little statuettes of fairies, elves and gnomes and her plan was to sit there surrounded by children as she told tales of life in Fairyland.”

“One mystery solved,” I said, “But there are no little statuettes, what happened?” “I have no idea,” said Christopher. “I only came for a few holidays back then, when I was very young, just beginning school, so that would be before you were born.”

“Well at least the seat is there,” I said. “I’ve sat in it a few times before I picked peaches, imagining it was part of my yard.” “You sat here and dreamed?” asked Christopher. “I love that you would do that and you know you are always welcome to continue.”

“But I have a job now, I’m grown up, and don’t have much time for fantasizing anymore.” “Would you fantasize about this instead then?” and he kissed me very gently. “I do still love you,” he said. “I still love you too,” I said, "but we can’t be lolly-gagging here all day, I want to see more of the house before Dad comes over to chat about your explorer years." 

"I believe he is going to bring you a model of a boat he bought once at a market place, he said it was a bookseller stall, with hand made models of things to illustrate what type of books he was selling. He thinks it might be a herring fishing boat."