rib, ice-cream, offer, hook, consonant, teddy bear and file
This week the lovely Debb at Inner Sunshine (http://www.innersunshine.net/2016/11/30/writing-prompt-for-wednesday-12716/) has provided the above picture to use as the prompt for the 500 word story incorporating seven random words.
Here is my story:
Daphne heard the key turn in the front door. She waited, holding her breath, as she listened for the next sound. Then it came.
Her grandson, Josh, entered her flat, he bent down and kissed her. His whiskery lips brushed her paper thin cheek, he smoothed down her grey hair in a loving gesture. She put down her work making sure the crochet hook was safe folded inside the woollen garment.
‘Oh Gran, that’s lovely, such soft wool. Are you making a teddy bear for Nicole?’
Daphne smiled at her grandson, the thought of her young great-granddaughter enjoying the stuffed toy filled her with delight. Who would have thought she would see the day when she would have great-grandchildren to enjoy, although to be honest, they were rather tiring these days. Her energy wasn’t what it once was.
Josh started chatting to her as he normally did. She was so grateful he called in every day after work making sure she was safe and well in her tiny little council flat.
‘Did you hear me offer to pick you up on Christmas morning, Gran?’
Josh was a bit worried that his gran had seemed to wander off in to a dreamlike trance.
‘Oh, yes my dear. That would be so lovely. Thank you.’
Josh continued to talk about the plans for the big day. His wife, Anna, was planning on roasting a crown of turkey and a joint of rib-eye beef for dinner and then at supper time they would have cold cuts with a slice of Christmas cake. Anna was also going to make some rum and raisin ice-cream for dessert.
Daphne started to believe that she might enjoy this second Christmas without her beloved Harry by her side. There had been so many changes in the last couple of years to her life but as the saying goes, life goes in cycles and this was her twilight cycle. She must enjoy every moment that she was given.
Josh came back from the kitchen with two cups of tea on her pretty floral tray, he’d even remembered to put some biscuits on a plate rather than leave them in the packet. He was such a thoughtful chap.
Contentedly, sipping tea, dunking biscuits while they watched Daphne’s favourite programme, *Countdown, they started calling out the numbers and the next round was choosing vowels and consonants needed for the game to make up words in the minute allowed.
As Josh was leaving Daphne reached down by her side and picked up the file beside her armchair.
‘This is my last Will and Testament that I want you to look at, my dear,’ she said quietly, a steely determination in her eyes. Josh shook his head, she held his hand, ‘you have to help me with this. You are the only person I trust to look after my estate.’
Tears came unbidden to two pairs of identical eyes that communicated silently with all the love there was in the world.
Word count: 500
*This is an English game show shown at teatime and very popular.