Wednesdays Words on a Friday

 

Orange socks to fit with Charlotte's colour of the month, pumpkin orange.

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.cudgeling  2.remember  3.language  4.translated  5.coined

and/or:

1.dead  2.heirs  3.between  4.existing  5.episode

Here is my story:

A week had passed and Phil Batty once again appeared at the excavation site. Russell Fielding met him at the gate and escorted him to them “office” tent. “We’ve had some news,” he said. “We are able to say definitely there were ten men, though some of the bones indicate at least two were quite young and might have been boys between sixteen and twenty. There are no injuries to any of the bones, suggesting they died from starvation rather then fighting amongst themselves.”

“I can quote this in the paper?” asked Phil. “Yes of course,” said Russell. “We don’t have much more to tell you, just that ten complete skeletons have been found and you can bring the cameramen to photograph them. They must remember our rules and photograph only those things set out for them.” “Any idea at all where they were from? What country?” asked Phil. “I know there are several races where skull shapes can indicate heritage.”

“Nothing of that kind stands out, we think they were all Caucasian, but no idea yet where from,” said Russell. “There are markings on some of the wooden sections that have yet to be deciphered, that could indicate a language at least, hopefully something similar to existing languages to point us in the right direction to get it translated.” “Do you know what type of ship it was at least?” asked Phil. “Not yet,” said Russell, “all we know at this point is it appears to be some kind of long boat, probably the kind of vessel used by sailors to carry goods or men to shore while the ship stayed anchored off the coast. There’s no indication there was a mast, but several pieces of wood appear to be oars.”

“So, no cudgeling among the dead, and not a ship,” said Phil. “With a few photos and your words I can work up a pretty decent story, a first episode at least. Shall I send Marty later today? It’s daylight so he won’t need Colin to be holding a torch for him.” “Yes,” said Russell. “Remind him to photograph only what we say he can and I’ll tell Theo to expect him.”

**Next month's words should be from Alex J Cavanaugh, but he hasn't yet supplied any. If there aren't any by Wednesday, I'll put up a  few.**