Friends - Three Word Wednesday

He couldn't help but admire her - the way she had the confidence to walk like that; hips wiggling like they were alive, independent of her waist.
He called her 'a piece of work', joked she'd cause an accident, have cars running off the road - said she ought to have a licence for that thing.
They were best friends.
Truth was he was smitten and would follow her to the ends of the earth - if only she'd ask him.
She ruffled his hair. "Come on pig face, let's get a coffee."


 Three Word Wednesday where you write something using the three prompt words.   This week's words are ...  admire, piece and follow.

Skyward - Three Word Wednesday

Eyes skyward

I feast on cobalt blue.

White confetti rains

dove drenched 

winged and alive.

A viable canvas

for dreams.

I gasp, smile

rendered mute.

 Three Word Wednesday where you write something using the three prompt words.   This week's words are ...  gasp, mute and viable.

Underpants - Three Word Wednesday

I've been trying hard to finish off a children's book I've written, so haven't dared to venture on my blog as I know I'll be on it for hours!
I know I must have missed so many wonderful posts by everyone, but as soon as I have finished, I'll get busy visiting again :o)

I just had a look at 3WW and this came immediately to mind, so I thought I'd allow myself just this one before I get writing again!


Underpants
Incensed, she snatched up his underpants off the bathroom floor. They were damp from where he'd 'avoided' the mat as usual after his bath and trailed wet all around the floor. As she threw them into the washing basket, she shuddered, shaking her hand. "Uugh... and I wondered why his mates called him skid-mark!"


 Three Word Wednesday where you write something using the three prompt words.   This week's words are ... Damp, Incensed and Skid.

Pixies! - Three Word Wednesday

She was adamant she'd seen a pixie running across the lino in the kitchen. Never one to fabricate, I took into account her 5th glass of wine, and smiled.

"It was most peculiar," she said, shaking her head. "It had a bright pink hat on!"

I leant over the chair and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Hey Gran, what do you say we go up to bed now?"

She looked at her empty glass and tutted. "Might as well, there's no wine left in the kitchen anyway."

I raised my eyebrows. "Mmm, I know ... strange that, I can't think where it all went."

"I know," she answered innocently.  Then paused for a moment, deep in thought, "... but do you know what Amy?"  She gestured over to the kitchen door and whispered, "it wouldn't surprise me if that damn pixie didn't drink some!"


 Three Word Wednesday where you write something using the three prompt words.   This week's words are ... Adamant, Fabricate and Peculiar.

His Girl - Three Word Wednesday

He smiled as the breeze swept the hair from her face.
The sun was shining, lighting her eyes, making them twinkle, blue as the summer sky.
He leant over, his fingers wriggling in a gesture to tickle her side, making her laugh aloud.
The sound had never failed to make him smile. The years had simply added to it, rich and mellow and filled with joy. It made his heart skip a beat every time he heard it.

"I'll race you," he said, thumb ready on the accelerator of his mobility scooter.

She didn't wait, pressing hers, she shot off in front.

"You'll have to catch me!" she called.

He pressed his thumb and gave chase, a smile emblazoned across his face as he chased his girl up the high street, heading for home.


Three Word Wednesday where you write something using the three prompt words.   This week's words are ... Breeze, Mellow and Tickle.

Manners! - Three Word Wednesday

'Please don't come over, please don't come over!'
It was too late, the office lech had homed well and truly in on her.
"I saw you looking, so I thought I'd come and say, hi."
He reached out and touched her arm.
"I've always felt there was 'something' between us, an affinity ... I can see you feel it too."
She wanted to say  'No I don't you big creep ... Clear off!'  but her inherent good manners prevented her and she lowered her head ... and noticed his fly was open. That was all she needed. A creepy lech after her with an open fly!  Uugh!
She began to fidget uncomfortably, her eyes darting everywhere but 'there'.
He gave a slimy little laugh and stepped forward, one eyebrow raised, a wry smile working its way over his lips.
"Don't be nervous, sweetheart."
She groaned inwardly.
He reached out again, tracing a single finger down the length of her bare arm.
She took a step backwards.
She could see by the expression on his face that he interpreted the backward manoeuvre as her officially turning 'silly' in his presence.
"Shall we take this conversation somewhere a little more," he hesitated, and raised the eyebrow again, " private."
She took a deep breath and looked him in the eye.
"Could you please move aside ... and I thought I'd best mention, your fly is open."
Without an inkling of embarrassment, he kept solid eye contact, smiled again, zipped himself up and put his hands on his hips.
"Checking the goods out already ay, sweetheart?"
It was at that point she reevaluated her manners.
"I'm just about ready to give 'the goods' a swift kick if you don't go away!"
The smile dropped from his lips along with the suspended eyebrow. 
A feeling of guilt flitted over her as she saw his deflated face. Maybe she could have been less harsh. Perhaps she could have let him down a little more gently... then she saw a smile work itself back on his face and the eyebrow go up again.
"Mmm, I like 'em feisty!"
That's it, she thought.  Stuff manners  ...   "/*//*  off!"


Three Word Wednesday where you write something using the three prompt words.   This week's words are ... Fidget, Affinity and Mention.

The Good Girl - Three Word Wednesday

Three Word Wednesday where you write something using the three prompt words.
This week's words are  ... Dare, Essence and Practical.

She was always described as the practical one, the quiet one, in essence 'the good girl'.

No-one ever really noticed her, she liked it that way.

Until that summer when the heat seemed to to be sending everyone a little crazy. 

The dare was always there, the dare that nobody would ever take.

But that summer, in the heat, she did it ... and no-one ever called her the good girl again.

The Invisible Ones - Three Word Wednesday

Three Word Wednesday where you write something using the three prompt words.
This week's words are  ... Harmless, Moist and Yelp.

She was always uncomfortable walking past the homeless.

She'd look in her bag, pretend she was engrossed on the phone, anything but catch their eye.

It wasn't that she didn't care.

It just seemed so enormous to consider them.

How they, the invisible ones, got there.

She turned the corner and was taken off guard, stumbling on one of their dogs, causing it to yelp.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry!"

"That's alright, love, he's harmless," the old man replied, rubbing the dogs head.

She shuffled uncomfortably. 

He existed. 

She had to acknowledge it in some way, so looked to the dog.

"He's lovely."

"Yep ... dogs don't care what ya look like or who ya are."

She lowered her head, ashamed, as if the remark was meant for her.

"Ya can give him a stroke, love, he won't bite."

She leant down and fussed his ears and was thanked with a moist lick.

"He likes ya ... dogs can always tell you know."

She gave a half smile and stood up.

"Do you, or your dog need anything?"

The old man looked at her.

"No you're alright, love, we're fine today. The sun's shining and we've just shared a bacon roll. Bin nice talking to you though, lady."

"You too," she replied, ready to walk on. Then she stopped. "My names Sandra by-the-way."

The old man lifted his head and looked her straight in the eye.

"My name's John," he said, then gestured to his dog, "and this old fellow here's Sam."

"Well, John ... and Sam," she said, leaning down and stroking the dog again. "It's been a pleasure."

"No, the pleasure's bin all ours, love, you'd be surprised how many people don't even see us ya know."

She smiled. "That's their problem, John...  I'll see you tomorrow."

Feminine Side! - Three Word Wednesday

Three Word Wednesday where you write something using the three prompt words.
This week's words are  ... Plausible, Taint and Willingly.

There had to be a plausible explanation.

She stood at the doorway, mouth agape. 

Questions were running one after the other through her mind.

Was it a bet?

Had he done this willingly?

Was there a secret camera and a man with a mic and a wry smile ready to jump out at any minute?

God, she hoped so.

If not, what were the options?

He was six foot two with a moustache for goodness sake, he'd never be able to pull it off!

She refused to let the image of him dressed in pink frills from head to toe taint the years they'd shared together, she loved him no matter what.

She'd planned even in those few short moments to use carefully chosen words that would allow some open and honest dialogue to flow, but ...

"What the  *//** do you think you're doing?" came out.

He sat himself down on the bottom of the bed and shook his head.

"You said you wanted me to get in touch with my feminine side!"

"In touch... In touch... Not dress up like a blooming woman ... I was thinking maybe you could ask me how my day was, or watch a chick flick with me, or smell a flower or something!"

He took off the outfit and threw it on the bedroom floor.

"Well you could of said!"

"Well, maybe I didn't think you'd turn into Barbara Cartland!"

There's just no pleasing you sometimes, Kate."

"Look, John, just tell me the truth ... is this your way of telling me something?"

"Like what?"

"Like ... like ... you're a transvestite."

His eyes nearly popped out of his head. 

"Are you nuts?" 

"Am I nuts? You're the one who was dressed in pink frills from head to toe!" 

"Yeah, but only cuz you said about being more feminine!" 

"And that was how you interpreted feminine ... dressing up as Barbara Cartland?" 

"Well, yeah, you're always reading that Mills and Boon stuff and saying how Barbara Cartland represented femininty." 

She looked at him, and unbelievable as the whole situation was, she could tell by his face that he really was telling the truth. 

"Look, John, I'm sorry. Just don't listen to me in future. It was silly of me to suggest it anyway." 

He stood up and put his arms around her.

"Don't feel bad, love, we all make mistakes."

She stood limp in his arms unsure whether to laugh or cry .... he was obviously an idiot ... but then she was the one who'd said yes to marrying him.

He pulled her closer to him.

"Kate?"

"What?"

"You do know I'd do anything to make you happy, don't you?"

She looked up at him and couldn't help but smile.

"Yes, John,  I know you would."

She cuddled back into his arms.

Barbara Cartland aside, she knew she was lucky.

He may have been an idiot, but he was a thoughtful, loving and very eager to please idiot ... and even with the oversized pink outfit still laying on the bedroom floor, she wouldn't have changed him for anything.

Hired! - Three Word Wednesday

Three Word Wednesday where you write something using the three prompt words.
This week's words are  ... Educate, Object and Silence.

The silence was unbearable ... as if someone had placed a huge clown in the centre of the room that everyone had made a secret pact not to mention ... and she was the clown. 

Frozen to the spot.

The sole object of everyone's attention.

Thoughts of running for the door played through her mind, or better yet, pretending to faint.

The smile she'd finished her presentation with was still unnaturally fixed on her face, her cheeks twitching and aching from the strain. 

It really had seemed like a good idea. 

Her plan had been to educate, inject a little humour and drive the point home leaving everyone with a laugh that would set her aside from the rest of the candidates. 

Simple. 

She couldn't help but remember her old boyfriends words.

"I love you ... but you can't tell a joke to save your life." 

The sentence echoed around her head. 

She'd been standing still with the fixed grin for so long that the blood had stopped circulating and her head began to swim. 

Panic was setting in. 

She couldn't think straight and before she knew it, she'd grabbed the cucumber and lunged for the assistant in charge and held it at his throat.

"Did you get what I was saying ... ay, ay!"

A rush of reality flooded over her as if she were floating above herself looking down. 

Time seemed to stop as she observed herself with the cucumber held near the mans neck.

What are doing, Jenny? The jokes gone too far now... FAINT... FAINT... for goodness sake just FAINT!, she thought ... but as she looked to the head of the company, she saw a tiny flicker at the corner of his mouth. 

She had nothing to lose.

She twisted the cucumber at a more threatening angle and eyed the head man directly. 

That was it. 

The flicker broke into a smile and the room finally collapsed into laughter.

"Okay, Miss Denning ... you can drop the weapon now, I think Mr. Hargreaves gets what you were saying."

The tension poured from her body and as her blood once again began to flow, she slowly regained her posture and tentatively placed the cucumber on the table.

"Umm ... well what did you think?"

"Well, Miss Denning, we were looking for someone to shake things up a bit, and you've certainly managed to do that to Mr. Hargreaves." 

The assistant didn't respond.
He just sat motionless, his attention still firmly fixed on the cucumber. 

Jenny shuffled uncomfortably at the sight of him, which simply served to make him jump and emit a small aah!

The head smiled and started to laugh again.

"...And all with just a cucumber ... that's it ..... you're hired!"

Top Cat - Three Word Wednesday

Three Word Wednesday where you write something using the three prompt words.
This week's words are  ... Dabble, Lean and Utter.


 It's Officer Dibble, not Dabble you idiot!"
"Are you sure?"
"Duh ... yes."
"What was the tall lean one called then ... was it Bonny?"
"No, it was Benny, Benny the Ball, not Bonny the Ball, and he was the small one."
"Are you sure?"
"YES! ... how did we get on to Top Cat anyway?"
"You said about a cat with a hat on."
"No, I didn't."
"Are you sure?"
"I think I'd remember talking about a cat with a hat on."
"Maybe you meant to say a dog?"
"No, I didn't, please!"
"Please, what?"
"SSHH...  don't utter another word, you're driving me mad!"
"Oooh, touchy, it's not my fault you can't remember stuff."
"I can remember stuff."
"You can't even remember which one was wearing the hat."
"That's because there wasn't a hat!"
"Well why do you keep going on about one then?"
"I'm not. I wasn't. Oh I can't even remember how this conversation started!"
"See ... I told you you can't remember stuff."

The Finger - Three Word Wednesday

Three Word Wednesday where you write something using the three prompt words.
This week's words are  ... Gesture, Immediate and Treasure.

It was an adolescent gesture to say the least, two fingers well and truly thrust in the air ... at me! I sprang into action with the most authoritative voice I could muster.

"How old are you, young man?"

His response was immediate.

"Not as old as you, you old bat."

Well what do you say to that? He was right of course, but that wasn't the response I was looking for. I was going to have to be clever here, show him that manners and diplomacy were the treasure trove and making of a young gentleman. I was still thinking of my clever retort when he jumped in again, obviously feeling he now had the advantage.

"Wots the matter, you deaf as well as old?"

Well the truth was, he had set me off balance and my usual gauged and rational mind was struggling with just what I could say to regain my standing.

"Look, young man."

"Look where?"

"Nowhere,  just ..."

"Well, what are to telling me to look at something for then if it ain't there, you senile or summut?" 

I took a deep breath. I was excruciatingly aware at this point that he did have the upper hand. I had now been relegated to an old bat, deaf, and senile in a matter of seconds. I needed a different approach, and quick. I then remembered seeing something a young lad did to another boy in an argument that for some reason did shut the boy up. It was worth a try ... I had nothing else.

"Ain't you got nothin else to say then, grandma?"

This was my chance.

I looked him straight in the eye and raised my fist in front of him, then very slowly did a winding motion with my other hand by the side it. As I did I slowly uncurled my middle finger until it was erect then thrust it in front of his face.

.... Silence.

Well, if you can't beat them!

Wisp - Three Word Wednesday

Three Word Wednesday where you write something using the three prompt words.
This week's words are  ... Fragile, rampant and tremor.

It was a fragile situation, she'd seen a number of hairs in the plughole and his wisp on top was ... well ... just that, a wisp. 
She'd told him to shave it off like Yul Brynner and strut his stuff, but he was unnaturally attached to the last few follicles. 
The conversation would arise daily but he would hold his ground as if he were Samson and the remaining strands held some mystical power, but the day finally came when they had to go.
"They're coming off, the wind caught them while we were out today and they stood on end like you'd been electrocuted!"
"So."
"They look silly!"
"I don't care I'm keeping them."
"Look, it's not just that" ...  there was a tremor in her voice,  "you're starting to remind me of,"  she paused knowing what it meant if she said it ...."Uncle Horace!"
His face dropped.
"No!"
"Yes."
"Not that rampant old geezer who everybody said had more hair up his nose and in his ears than he did on his head?"
She nodded.
"Get the razor!"

Gorgeous - Three Word Wednesday

Three Word Wednesday where you write something using the three prompt words.
This week's words are  ... Effect, Immense and Shimmer

Dressing from head to toe in black was not working, the slimming effect was now beyond a mere colour.  She had to face it, her bum was no longer big ... it was immense!  She rifled through her knicker drawer for the magic pants, but pushed it shut again knowing that she'd need a real magician for this job.  Not a girl to be down for long, she grabbed her make up and set about her face.  The full works, eyelashes, liner, glossy red lips and a bronzing glow dusted over her face, neck and cleavage gave her a shimmer and glow that shouted 'check me out'.  Then there was the hair, root lift, lacquer, large and curly, tousled to perfection.  She squeezed her stretch jeans on with the aid of a coat hanger to pull up the zip, and she was ready.

"If I'm gonna be big, I'm gonna be big, beautiful and proud!" she said, and with a flick of her hair she was out the door working her behind like it needed a warning sign on it.

She arrived at her date with her head held high and a smile that could fire an engine.

"You look gorgeous, Hannah!"

She planted a generous kiss full on his lips and said,

"That's coz I am, Mick ... that's coz I am!"

Enough - Three Word Wednesday

Three Word Wednesday where you write something using the three prompt words.
This week's words are  ... Absolve, Hiss and Ridicule.

That was it, she'd had enough!
It was the last time he'd ridicule her, if he thought a scrawny bunch of flowers would absolve him this time ... he was wrong.
He was always doing it, jokes galore at her expense and he wouldn't stop no matter how much she asked, but she knew his achilles heel ... the phobia.
She'd placed a toy snake equipped with programmable hiss on the passenger seat in the car under his jacket.
Waving him off, she gave a smug smile knowing it would wriggle and hiss in fifteen minutes, right when he was in the centre of town. It wasn't exactly sophisticated but it was enough to make him jump, she smiled to herself as she turned on the radio and made some toast.
It wasn't until the local news came on the radio that she had a brief moment of conscience.
"Hello, everyone, just a short bulletin to let you know to avoid the centre of town this morning, everything is at a total standstill. A man abandoned his car in the middle of the traffic at around 9.15 and ran screaming through the streets shouting SNAKES! SNAKES! It appears he has locked himself in a toilet and won't come out, he is yet to be identified."
She stood frozen to the spot for at least five seconds, then reached over and turned the radio off.
"Oh, well .... at least he'll think twice before he makes one of his 'If her brains were dynamite she wouldn't have enough to blow her hat off ' jokes to his mates again!"

The Tea Dance - Three Word Wednesday

Three Word Wednesday where you write something using the three prompt words.
This week's words are  ... Hint, Lust and Sheen

 He looked in the mirror.

"You handsome devil you!"

He still had that twinkle in his eye, a hint of boyish charm that still shone through.

He coiffured his pepper grey hair into shape then applied just a touch of gel to give it a glorious silver sheen.

He checked the mirror once more, raised his eyebrows in the middle and gave one of his best Clark Gable smiles.

"Yep Ted, you're gonna create some serious lust in the ladies eyes down at the tea dance tonight!"

The Lid - Three Word Wednesday

Three Word Wednesday where you write something using the three prompt words.
This week's words are  ... Engulf, Imminent and Tamper

THE LID

A trip to the dentist was imminent, the toothache was already beginning to engulf him. He grabbed the bottle of aspirin and gripping the lid,
he turned it ..... click
and turned it ... click
and turned it ... click
and turned it ... click

aaaagh... stupid bloody thing!

She took the bottle off of him.
"Here, let me do it for you, it's got one of those idiot proof lids on!"

"I thought they were called tamper proof lids?"

She paused a moment, then looked at him before making a gesture suggesting that he was right, then handed him the tablets.

It wouldn't be fair ... not with his toothache and everything.

She Knew - Three Word Wednesday

Three Word Wednesday where you write something using the three prompt words.
This week's words are  ... Gait, Nudge and Ripen

The words had been planted
in the hope they might grow
and in time ripen as her belief
in who she was
and in time it told
and it showed
and she held herself tall
her gait proud
and people would look and nudge one another
and say such things as
"Who does she think she is?"
but she would just smile
and live her life
for she knew who she was
for the words had been planted.

Nice - Three Word Wednesday

Three Word Wednesday where you write something using the three prompt words.
This week's words are  ... Demure, Offend and Volatile

She learned from a very young age not to offend, to mould and be,
it was subconscious, unintentional, but it worked for her
she never faced the volatile outpourings of others
they were strategically avoided with kind words and helpfulness
she was the epitome of demure
a 1950's housewife, perfect
yes, you can be perfect if you just try hard enough
but after a time she forgot who she was
she doubted she ever knew
then one day she raised her perfectly controlled tone
and screamed
it was then that everything she had ever known was thrown into the air, and when it fell
she picked up the pieces and looked at them, one by one
and in time, she found a place for each of them
after she'd finished
she found that her character had remained demure
and that she was still helpful and would still say kind words
but she was just nice
not perfect
and she never tried to be again
because nice was who she was
and that was just fine.

The Prayer - Three Word Wednesday

This is my first time joining in with

Three Word Wednesday

where each week you write something
using the three prompt words.
This week's words are . . .


                        ABSTAIN,  HALO  and  PRAYER


It was late afternoon and I was feeling suitably pleased with myself.
Not only had I walked past two cake shops, I'd also actually scribbled CHEESE  and WINE off my shopping list.
I arrived home that evening with a skip in my step, my halo still well and truly intact.
I'd had a cuppa soup, an apple, a salad with no dressing and one boiled sweet.
As I was rummaging in the freezer for the broccoli and planning my super healthy, calorie controlled tea, the phone rang.
"I'm on my way home, do you want me to bring a Curry and a bottle of wine?"
Eeek ... I'd managed to abstain the whole day.
I looked skyward, uttering a little prayer.
"Please ... pleeease let me say No!" 
The prayer was still running through my mind as I heard the words.
"Yes, and get some onion bahjees while you're there."
Aaaghh ... what had I done!
The halo went clattering to the floor.
I closed the fridge and looked up once more.

"Please, if you are listening,  let me for just once make it through ONE whole day!"