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 Lissa and can be found here

This week's words/prompts are:

1.black eye  2.car wash  3.mud bath  4.jelly bean  5.duct tape

Here is my story:

A few weeks later most of the clearing up had been done at the excavation site, with just a small area still fenced off as technicians continued to collect soil samples to determine which parts of the cave were original and which parts were the collapsed cliff face that sealed the entrance and trapped the ship and sailors within.

A flat, stable area on a small rise overlooking the cave was chosen for the cross placement and the carved albatross would be placed behind and a little higher to look as if it were flying over. Nanna Ruby had finished painting the flowers on the cross and the whole thing had been given a weatherproof coating.

On the big day, Maggie, Nanna and Jim drove to the town to pick up William and Josef, but along the way had to swerve off the road to avoid a small flock of sheep that appeared around a bend. The car splashed through a muddy puddle and by the time they reached the town Nanna declared the car looked like it had been given a mud bath and insisted on Maggie taking it through the carwash before picking up the gentlemen.

Maggie turned left at the supermarket corner and slowly drove into the wash area until the conveyor took over and they all enjoyed the sudsy swish swish of the rolling washers, the torrential rain style rinse and the final hot wax application. A service attendant waited at the exit to buff up any areas that might have been missed by the polishing rollers.

Back at the Retirement Village, William and Josef were waiting and snacking on jelly beans that had been placed on small tables. “Which is your favourite jelly bean?” asked William. “Oh, for me always the black ones,” said Josef, “I like the aniseed flavour.” “Me too,” said William, “though as a boy I preferred the red ones.” 

A third elderly gentleman joined them, asking if any black jelly beans remained, “they are my favourite too,” he said. “I am David and have heard you talking about a cave and a cross, I would very much like to see this place you talk about.”

William said, “you would be welcome, but I am not sure how many would fit in Maggie’s car, we are already five people today.” “Perhaps another time,” said David, carefully seating himself. “I need to recover a little more anyway, I have some bruising still.” “We notice your black eye,” said Josef. “What happened?”

David waved his wooden walking cane, showing the duct tape holding it together, “it snapped suddenly and down I went on the last two steps by the willow tree. I should have walked on the ramp instead. My face bumped the edge of a step and I have a bruising on my arm too. The cane is very old and now I must get a new one, my doctor has suggested a strong metal one. I shall keep this one just for memories, it belonged to my own grandfather.”