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

***Next month's words (May) will be supplied by Janice and can be found here on this blog ***

This week's words/prompts are:

1.artist  2.kitchen  3.alive  4.manage  5.case

and/or:

1.bamboozled  2.persnickety  3.kerfuffle

Here is my story:

When the raised voices got too loud, Gramps came out of his den and ambled towards the kitchen. “What’s all this kerfuffle then?” he asked with arms crossed over his chest. “Grammy’s being all persnickety, because I’m late home again,” said Joanna, “she needs to understand I am an artist and time means nothing when I am in the zone.” 

Gramps looked at both in turn, trying to keep a straight face. At barely fourteen, Joanna was doing a fair impression of being twenty with her attitudes lately. He glanced towards the window where the evening was already dark enough to be called night, then back at Joanna.

“Grammy has a fair point,” he said calmly. “It’s too dark too early now the leaves have fallen and you missed dinner again.” Grammy cut in, “she already doesn’t eat enough to keep a bird alive!” “Take a seat ladies,” said Gramps and they sat at opposite ends of the table, one glaring, the other sulking. “I know I pretend to be bamboozled by young people these days, things aren’t the same as when I was your age,” he pointed at Joanna, “but I think this case deserves a longer conversation.”

“Can I have something to eat first?” asked Joanna meekly. Gramps had never sat them down before and she began to worry a little. “I’ll get your plate from the oven,” said Grammy, “and there’s chocolate pie in the fridge for dessert.” She set a plate of potatoes and beef stew in front of Joanna with a napkin and cutlery. “Hand over the camera,” said Gramps and Joanna pulled it from her pocket. “I got great sunset shots!”

“I’m sure you did,” said Gramps, “but I am holding this hostage until you learn to manage your time.” He looked at Grammy. “What do you say Stella?” Grammy looked at Joanna to be sure she was listening. “Home every night in time for dinner and call us if you miss the bus. When winter sets in you are to be home by four-thirty. If you want sunset shots, Gramps can drive you where you want to go, but only after you eat a decent meal.”

Joanna was relieved at not being grounded and thought it over as she ate. “That seems fair,” she said, realising she may have pushed the boundaries a bit too far lately. “I’m sorry Grammy, Gramps. This is delicious,” and cleaned up her plate.