Words for Wednesday

 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 Wisewebwoman and can be found here

This week's words/prompts are:

1. Greek  2.salad  3.sausage  4.concrete

and/or:

1.peninsula  2.symphony  3.pinafore  4.pirate

use either list or both, or mix and match, just have fun.

My own story will appear on this blog on Friday 19th


Comments

  1. Here's mine. All words and colour used. Good luck all.
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    She had to drive 125 miles to get to the new concert hall in Bellington. She followed the small map she had of the location. Apparently it was so new that Google maps hadn’t caught up yet.
    She had carefully selected her new pink dress, a rich pink moving closer to crimson. She loved it.
    The Gilbert & Sullvan Group from London were putting on the performance. Not HMS Pinafore or The Pirates of Penzance, her favourites but Iolanthe. Ah well. The operetta would be accompanied by the full symphony orchestra.
    She stopped on the way at a Greek restaurant and mulled her choices. Definitely the salad and the chorizo, the Spanish sausages, a rare treat when you come from farm country.
    My but she was treating herself, wasn’t she. She had saved for six months, selling her chickens and milk and crafts.
    On arriving to the concert hall on the peninsula she was massively disappointed to find that the grey concrete structure was the concert hall. She was expecting a palace like the Louvre or some such.
    On being taken to her seat – the sixth row, in the middle. She was pleased at the velvety comfort and at the debut printed programme presented to her.
    But the concert, oh my. She had never heard acoustics like this. The sound transported her. The melodies and instruments enfolded her.
    After all the encores and bravos, she sat there stunned, tears running down her face. She was finally ushered out and realized she was the last one left in the auditorium.
    It was worth every penny.
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    XO
    WWW



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    1. Wisewebwoman; I like this very much, just goes to show concert halls need not look fantastic to perform well.

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    2. That is a lovely story. Glad she enjoyed it. Always so much better if you do.

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    3. Thank you all for your kind comments.
      XO
      WWW

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  2. Oh, River, my brain is a mush of Greek salad with sausage on the left and the right is hard like concrete - no thoughts coming through!
    One peninsula plays a coughing symphony, the other uses a pinafore for protection from the pirates - and in all that I overslept!!!
    Reckon I´m really sick.

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    1. Terrific take on the words Iris, get well soon.
      XO
      WWW

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    2. Iris; your brain is mush but you made a great story. Hope you are well again soon.

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    3. Thank you both and I am better already :-)

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    4. Sick but still able to tell a good story!

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  3. For lunch I ordered a Greek salad with a spicy sausage that was as hard as concrete. We were holidaying on the Halkidiki peninsula which in late springtime had become a veritable symphony of wild flowers. Elsie, the Australian waitress, was wearing a pink pinafore and with her spotted bandana and eye patch she looked rather like a pirate. I snapped my fingers and when she came over to me I ordered a bottle of ouzo with two glasses. "Certainly sir", she responded before scuttling off to the taverna's kitchen where Sean Jeating was slaving over a hot stove.

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  4. Yourkshire Pudding; nicely done.

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  5. Hey River. I like Greek salad. I love Greek olives. Side note, I looooove olives. Anyway, have a wonderful rest of December. Whoosh goes the time. Soon it's Hello 2026.

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