Here are the guide lines for this week's WWBH for which we
have one photograph and five random mandatory words:
1) Use the photo and five random words in your
story.
2) Keep your work count 500 or less.
3) You have until next Tuesday night to link up
your story.
5) Have fun, don't stress, and let those creative
juices flow!
The photo:
The five random mandatory words are:
murky
triumphant
hasenpfeffer
territory
lingual
Here is my short story:
TERRY & DORA
The year had flown past and Dora
and Terry patted themselves, figuratively speaking, and were triumphant to have confirmed the venue
at this busy Christmas period. The
background of green fir trees with sparkling white lights was just the
enhancement that Dora wanted, she knew that the December days could be a bit murky outside and it would brighten up
their special day no end.
Terry was looking forward to this
day, he couldn’t believe he had such powers of persuasion, he was very proud of
his lingual skills, oratory had
never really been a passion of his, he called a spade a spade and didn’t use
flowery language but his Dora was a cut above him, he had practised his
proposal speech so much, felt so worried he would make a hash of it that he had
felt sick for nearly a week before he popped the all important question. When she said ‘yes’ he was ecstatic and knew he was
so very lucky to be married to her on this very special day.
The only near disaster had been
all the planning. You wouldn’t believe
how many people considered they had to be sat near the top table at the
reception. If they hadn’t got the
seating arrangements fairly arranged there would have such squabbles over territory, who was going to be seated
next to whom. Aunty Ingrid had made her
wishes very plain, so had Uncle Bert, let alone Dora’s grandmother, who at 92,
still wielded the matriarchal rod.
Dora was her usual diplomatic
self and somehow managed concoct a seating plan that everyone would be more
than happy with. Terry had breathed a
huge sigh of relief as they got over that hurdle only to find out that the food
for the reception was another bone of contention with their guests.
Terry was near to saying to Dora,
let me whisk you away, we could go to Las Vegas or how about that place in
Scotland, you know, Gretna something.
Dora though was insistent that this time, this marriage was going to be
the last one they both had and therefore everybody in their families were going
to made to feel as though they were as special as themselves, the bride and
groom.
Of course Terry went along with
all Dora’s plans and why wouldn't he as he still couldn’t believe that she
loved him. He knew he wasn't the world’s
most handsome man and he could be a tad taller and maybe slightly thinner but
he did love Dora with all his heart and she saw in to his soul and blended with
him in a way he had never experienced before.
It was just the food left to
organise. Dora again came up with a
brilliant idea, although Terry had never heard of the dish before, she said
they would serve hasenpfeffer as a
main course followed by delicious profiteroles.
Terry didn't really care, whatever made Dora happy made him happy.
Word count: 497
Aw. Sweet story, Sally! Classic wedding plans and in the end, whatever makes the bride happy then so it shall be. Nice job!
ReplyDeleteI wonder what other writers did with "hasenpfeffer."
ReplyDeleteA lovely story to describe a lovely couple. I hope they enjoy their happy ever after.
ReplyDeleteCouldn't cope with the main course myself, but Dora knows how to reel the right man in. Loved how you pulled everything in Sally.
ReplyDeleteWielding the matriarchal rod - I especially like that bit.
ReplyDeleteHah ! You drew me into their story and I am feeling the need to wish the happy couple well. It is going to be an interesting wedding meal for sure.
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