Wednesday, December 6, 2017

Words on Wednesday ...

Words for Wednesday is provided by a number of people and has become a movable feast.   Essentially the aim is to encourage you to write. Each week we are given a choice of prompts: which can be words, phrases, music or an image. What you do with those prompts is up to you: a short story, prose, a song, a poem, or ignoring them. You can use some or all of the prompts.  Some put their creation in comments on the post and others post on their own blog. This month the prompts will be posted on Elephant's Child's blog, but are provided by Margaret Adamson and her friend Sue Fulton.

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Connie picked up the toy giraffe and an arm full of soft, fuzzy teddies in various sizes and colors.  She glanced out the window to where the distant evergreens lined the school playground.  The rain had been coming down in a torrent for hours as if somewhere in Heaven a faucet had been left open in a bathtub and it was now overflowing.  Some of the puddles looked as if they could drown a small dog.  The day matched her mood perfectly.

Normally at the end of the day, she would enjoy the walk to the small cottage house that she and Nick had bought shortly after they were married, but today she was seriously thinking of calling for a cab.  Not that she was in a hurry to get home though.  She and Nick had argued that morning over yet another of her dreams, and things had been left a little thorny between them when he left for the hospital where he was interning.

"I don't need this right now, Connie.  My first patient this morning is one with a massive carbuncle that I have to drain.  It makes me want to gag just thinking about it.  I never should have made fun of Dr. McSensitive's aftershave in front of the nurses he was trying to impress.  Now I'm just getting all the shit jobs.  Literally."

"Why is it then, that you always feel the need to put people down at group level?  Even me, Nick.  I bet you go to work and tell everyone what a crazy wife you got stuck with who keeps having dreams of people who died hundreds of years ago.  You want to know why I don't want to get pregnant right now?  Well, there's your answer.  I don't want you to belittle and demean our children like you do everyone else in your life!"

The look he had given her, followed by the slamming of the front door, told her that the guess about what he said about her at the hospital was pretty close to accurate.

She went back to cleaning up the classroom, putting a box of tubular building blocks in a tub on the shelf.  She noticed that the aspidistra she had saved from the last plant arrangement her mother had sent her was finally getting ready to flower.  Her mother had told her that the blooms would be right at the surface of the soil and unlike anything she'd ever seen before.

"It's also called a 'cast-iron' plant because it can pretty much survive anything except a nuclear explosion.  Even if you forget to water it for a month, it will still come back.  It will be perfect in your classroom, sweetie, especially for those long breaks and weekends."

Connie shook her head as a tear fell onto the leaves.

"Oh, mom.  I wish you were here and I could talk to you now.  I just don't know what to do."

Giraffe  Puddle  Thorny  Evergreen  Distant  Tubular
Torrent  Cab  Aspidistra  Faucet  Teddies  Carbuncle


  1. Replies
    1. I'm always surprised when I see where the words lead me each month

  2. Nice job Cindi, your descriptions are so realistic that I felt as if I were there, Nick is a real piece of work and the pain he is causing Connie will not serve him well in the end.

    1. thanx Jimmy. I like to write like the books I like to read.

  3. There's a marriage that's in serious trouble.

  4. Wonderful...emotive...beautiful. Thank you. :)


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