This
meme was started by Delores a long time ago. Computer issues led her
to bow out for a while. The meme was too much fun to let go, and now
Words for Wednesday is provided by a number of people and has become a
movable feast.
Essentially
the aim is to encourage us to write. Each week we are given a choice
of prompts: which can be words, phrases, music or an image. What we do
with those prompts is up to us: a short story, prose, a song, a poem,
or treating them with ignore... We can use some or all of the prompts, and mixing and matching is encouraged.
Some
of us put our creation in comments on the post, and others post on
their own blog. I would really like it if as many people as possible
joined into this fun meme, which includes cheering on the other participants. If you are posting on your own blog - let me know so that I, and other participants, can come along and applaud.
Huge thanks to Alex J. Cavanaugh who challenged us last month, despite it being a very busy month for him. This month Wisewebwoman is providing the prompts and they will appear here. Charlotte (MotherOwl) has selected light blue as the colour of the month.
This week's prompts are:
- Jail
- Bar
- Dump Truck
- Asphyxiate
- Herring
and/or
- Kiwi
- Bowling
- Rifle Range
- Permit
- Daiquiri
As always, have fun.
I wondered about that LIGHT BLUE DUMP TRUCK parked outside the JAIL. It had been there for several hours, yet no one checked on it, as far as I could tell. I unscrewed my thermos. The DAIQUIRI tasted good. Jake at the BAR even filled it for me. He is a KIWI and pretty liberal about these things. One could ASPHYXIATE on the scruples of North Americans. PERMIT me to take another sip. I noticed the truck had moved and I am wondering whether parking it was a red HERRING. It was BOWLING along nicely, not drawing attention to itself, maintaining a modest speed when all hell broke loose. The place became like a rifle range. I ducked to the ground and rolled into the ditch, but a stray bullet hit my thermos. Damn! What a waste of good DAIQUIRI.
ReplyDeleteWell done David, still laughing. I wonder if your guy and my guy might hook up!
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David M. Gascoigne: Love this. Like Wisewebwoman I am smiling broadly.
DeleteOOh, There's an opening, someone needs to invent a bullet-proof thermos, they'd make a lot of $$$
DeletePour a daiquiri for me, David!
DeleteI hope everyone has as much as I did with all the words and also the colour, tx Charlotte, and EC for hosting.
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He tried to piece it all together as he clutched the bars in his jail cell staring out at freedom and that pale blue sky hurting his eyes.
He was no stranger to the insides of such buildings. But this latest event must be some kind of doozy judging from the cops and their head shaking and outrage. Three of them pinning him down.
They had asked about permits he remembered, but he must have been asphyxiated, as his throat felt like there was a bowling ball lodged in it and he couldn’t answer.
They asked him about the Kiwi and Herring, his local pub, and all the booze he had drunk before he had stolen the dump truck. Yeah, there were a lot of daiquiris. They asked about his last charge before this one, the rifle range where he had threatened everyone.
He shook his head, the sour taste of all he had done rising up in him. He hadn’t meant to run the dump truck into the bank. It was a joke, couldn’t they see that? Not like he broke into the vault.
He was just a big joker, in the pub, on the rifle range, stealing the dump truck, having fun at the bank. Couldn’t they take a good joke?
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Wisewebwoman: Some truly rotten decisions emerge from the bottom of a glass (or six). Like David's tale I am smiling broadly - even if your protagonist isn't.
DeleteWell done. This is not the first time that we have had similar themes. Hiccup!
DeleteWisewebwoman; I feel so sorry for your man and his problems, all brought on by himself of course, but what a bad day he's had!
DeleteDoes anyone really mean to run into a bank with a dump truck? Not when the police question us about it.
DeleteThe phrase neither fish, flesh, nor good red herring was supposed to be all encompassing, and something that didn’t fall into those categories useless. Permit me to say they were wrong. I eat none of those things and bar anyone from even cooking herring in our home. The smell is enough to asphyxiate a person.
ReplyDeleteThey left out all of the vegetables, all of the fruit (mmm delicious kiwi fruit) cheese and alcohol. Sitting outside on a sunny afternoon under a light blue sky nibbling at a fruit and cheese board, perhaps sipping a daiquiri while listening to bird song sounds pretty good to me. And civilised.
Bowling? Going to a rifle range and killing innocent clay plates? Watching dump trucks race to the tune of noisy jail house rock? You can keep them all.
Isn’t it lucky we all have a choice?
I like this idea of a good time.
DeleteWell done, Sue, a cheese board and daiquiri sounds great, but may I substitute a fine Australian wine, please?
ReplyDeleteDavid M. Gascoigne: Of course you can.
DeleteLovely take on my evil words EC! I am partial to the fruit and cheese trays, alas, the daiquiri would have to be alcohol free which would be sacrilege! But the dump trucks would be safe. 😂
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Are we talking about all herrings? or the canned in tomato sauce ones? or the pickled ones in jars, known as rollmops, much favoured by my stepfather? Those are horrible, but I like the tomato sauce ones, on toast.
DeleteNice story.
Will be back to read and link up later, lots going on today.
ReplyDeleteHope no one goes bowling for kiwis. Or shooting them.
ReplyDeleteI'll have to look up the ingredients for daiquiris, maybe that will inspire something.
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