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 River and can be found here
This week's words/prompts are:
1.mosey 2.quicksand 3.ashes 4.villa 5.wire 6.wild
and/or:
1.reliable 2.trusted 3.spilled 4.twisted 5.mountain 6.clowning
Here is my story:
As soon as the bus pulled up in the parking bay, people got up out of their seats, eager to feel the sun and sand and paddle in the water. Gordon took hold of Cassie's bag of dolls and plastic containers and helped her down the steps where a makeshift boardwalk had been placed for wheelchairs so everybody could access the water if they wished. The bus held no wheelchairs today, but a couple of families with babies in prams were happy to use it.
Gordon knew that Sally and Doug considered him reliable and trusted him enough to help some of the others, while they kept watch on Marjorie who often forgot where she was, and Alan who was determined to mosey along the jetty a bit and talk to the men fishing down by the end. Sally noticed and nudged Doug, then nodded in that direction and Doug did a fast walk to catch up with Alan.
Denise held one of Cassie's hands while Gordon steadied her on the other side. Lucy stayed with Marjorie who had plonked herself down onto the soft dry sand well away from the water. There was an old campfire nearby, a ring of stones filled with ashes, some of which had spilled over into the sand. Marjorie said to Lucy, "I once saw a lot of ashes like this where a huge old Villa had burned down, it left a mountain of ashes, the fire trucks couldn't save any of it."
"That's very sad," said Lucy, who was wondering if she could coax Marjorie down to the water for a foot paddle. Alan had reached the fishermen now and was talking to them about fish, how he had fished as a child, but never caught a single fish. Cassie couldn't wait to get her shoes off and kicked her feet trying to make them fall off, she loved to stand right in the shallows and feel the firm sand wash away from under her weight.
"It's a bit like quicksand," she said to Denise, " I've always thought that must be how it feels at first, but I'm glad it isn't real quicksand." Denise had her own shoes off by now and was kicking the small waves, clowning around a bit getting her socks all wet because she had forgotten to take those off.
Sally waved at Doug who waved back an "Okay", indicating that Alan was behaving himself, she twisted the cap off a new tube of sunscreen and headed towards Cassie and Denise to apply another coat to their arms and faces. Cassie was ready to start building sandcastles with all the differently shaped plastic containers set out in sizes and already filling them with damp sand. Denise wondered if it was too soon to buy icecreams and looked around for a kiosk.
Everybody stopped and looked over when a wild cheer came from the jetty as one of the younger fishermen drew up a wired basket with crabs and small lobsters in it. "They look like a good feed," said Alan, "will you cook them on the beach?" he was clearly hoping to be invited for a taste, but had to be content with a "No, these are going home with us to be part of a birthday barbecue dinner, my younger sister is ten years old today."
***October's Words for Wednesday will be supplied by Sean Jeating and can be found here***
Charlotte's colour of the month for October is Smoky Rose.
I love your continuing story about these quirky old persons. I hope they do get an icecream.
ReplyDeleteCharlotte; they definitely get an icecream! Thank you.
DeleteYour characters are always fun people.
DeleteSusan Kane; thank you.
DeleteMuito boa a história e por vezes com os pés na água temos impressão de areia movediça ser! Gostei de ler! beijos, tudo de bom,chica
ReplyDeletechica; thank you. I remember standing in water and feeling the sand fall away, it's been too long now, I need to get back to the beach.
DeleteFishing for a birthday dinner, it sounds like a good catch. I'm enjoying their day at the beach.
ReplyDeletemessymimi; it's a lovely beach day, peaceful, no dramas.
DeleteYou did fantastic
ReplyDeleteRuby Rose and the Big Little Angels 3; thank you. I wanted action and drama but it didn't happen. The shellfish catch was exciting.
DeleteOh, how I would love to join!
ReplyDeleteIt must be a gift to have such nice people taking care of you when you´re old! And that you like one another, too. I practically feel the sand washed away under my feet! The warm sun...
14C here, very dark and cloudy...
Iris; I would love to join too and maybe one day I might be in such a nice home. It is cold and rainy here too.
DeleteGood story R. I wouldn't mind some of those crabs and lobsters either.
ReplyDeleteMargaret D; thank you. I'd like some lobster and crab too. I like the Blue Swimmer crabs best.
DeleteUn dia de platja ben relaxat. També m'apuntaria als crancs i a les llagostes. ;-)
ReplyDeleteBona història.
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Paula; days at the beach are always relaxing and I often forget that time is slipping away and then have to rush to catch my train home.
DeleteI was hoping that one of the fishermen might let Alan reel in a fish. I'm feeling the sun beating down, and want to dip my feet in the water, and get some sunscreen. You described the scene well!
ReplyDeleteVal; thank you. the day isn't over yet and the older fishermen tend to stick around until the sun goes down, so maybe Alan will get to help.
DeleteIt was hard to mosey along when I stepped in the quicksand. I left my phone in the villa on a steep mountain, had no way to call for help. Just when I was sure the angel of death would be stopping my way, a grimy wild 8 yr. old girl squatted down at the edge,
ReplyDeleteShe laughed at my dilemma and tossed me a twisted wire wrapped around a post from the weeds. “You got this, mister.” She skipped away, laughing. When I finally pulled myself out and trudged back to the villa, I was a humbler person.
I mentioned this to the villa staff and they laughed. Laughed! “So Lilly found you, did she? You’re a lucky guy. She doesn’t always help people, leaves them to get themselves outta that sand.” Lilly was a real trickster, an angel of death in a strange way. Not going back to that villa, I tell you.
Susan Kane; I like this great way to use the words. A trickster angel of death that also helps some people.
DeleteI wouldn't mind something catching my birthday dinner but I don't like sea food. Good use of the prompts.
ReplyDeleteHave a lovely day.
Brilliant, what a stunning story!!! Happy Sunday!!! 🐾😺🐾😺🐾
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