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 messymimi and can be found here

This week's words/prompts are:

1.sign  2.omission  3.fall  4.conviction  5.accompany  6.commerce

and/or:

"courage and stupidity were all we had"

Here is my story:

Courage and stupidity were all we had, but we thought we knew enough. True, we hadn’t paid much attention at lessons, but how hard could it be?

We had grown up in the city, learning from the street kids to ignore any and all signage, easy enough since we could barely read, having skipped school often enough. We were not interested in learning the ways of commerce, we valued the freedom to do as we pleased instead.

This omission was to be our downfall, as we trespassed once again into Lord Sotherby’s orchard. Big Trev had requested four oranges and six apples and no one crossed Big Trev willingly.

Besides, the orchard was easy, we had scaled that particular wall many times. Tonight was no different we told each other, and we could get some fruit for ourselves too.

Barney landed lightly while I slipped and tumbled from the stones that topped the wall, almost immediately we heard the growling and snarling of several large dogs who were upon us before we could scramble back up. Lord Sotherby had lost enough fruit to thieves and had hired dogs and guards.

“Hoi there!” shouted a gruff voice as we backed against the fence. A sturdy man with a sturdy walking staff appeared through the mist. He whistled for his mate, equally sturdy who came running and held us by the necks while the dogs were called away and leashed.

“I am Sergeant Petersen of the Constabulary,” he roared into our faces. “You two will accompany me to the Police Station, to await the details of your conviction.” Our egos and hearts deflated. We knew full well what that would be. Transportation on the next ship to the Colonies. Some place called Australia.