Words for Wednesday is a weekly writing prompt designed to get our creative juices flowing and our pens moving across paper. This month River of Drifting Through Life (you can find her in my side bar) has provided the words. This week is the last week for her and the prompts will be provided elsewhere in September.
It has been quite the challenge this month as River has provided us with some memorable words to use.
This weeks prompt words are:
Companionship, extenuating, complaisant, nuts, competition, computer, bedevilment, concoction, splat, eaves, clutching and institute.
“Well nuts.” Grace exclaimed as a sudden forceful knock on the door caused her to lose her grip on the wooden spoon she was using to stir a delectable concoction of apples and maple syrup.
“Now there’s a big sticky splat on my nice clean kitchen floor.” She growled.
Clutching the spoon and looking like fury itself Grace went to the front door.
“Why Sheriff” she exclaimed, “I didn’t expect to see you again so soon after all our excitement. The funeral for Alan will be on Friday you know. I thought I might see you then.”
“Grace,” the Sheriff gave her his most beguiling smile “what is that wonderful aroma coming from your kitchen? I could smell it all the way out to the end of your lane.”
“Home made bread, fresh churned butter and Granny Parkers maple flavoured applesauce. But, you didn’t come all the way out here to ask me that.”
“Well no. There are some extenuating circumstances arising from the Deveroux house fire I need to talk to you about. It appears, Grace, that you were related to the Deverouxs through your mothers line.”
Grace, complaisant as always, was getting the Sheriff set up with a goodly slice of buttered bread and a dish of applesauce.
“I looked it up on the computer, Grace” he continued, “You and a young lady in nearby Terrytown actually jointly own the old estate being the last living descendants of James R. Deveroux.”
Grace chuckled. “My, my, what an inheritance; a burned out old hulk of a house.”
“And 500 acres of prime industrial land with access to the main highway. This is land the big developers will go into competition for. We’re talking big money here.”
Grace looked at him shrewdly. “There’s something you’re not telling me isn’t there? “
“Well yes, the young lady is currently living in an institute for the physically infirm. Her parents abandoned her at birth.”
“How physically infirm?” Grace asked tightly.
“Oh she’s smart as a whip. Takes college courses for amusement.” The Sheriff replied, “But,her face is deformed on one side and she walks with a crutch. Almost looks……burned.”
“How old?” came through Grace’s gritted teeth.
“Twenty three now. Lonely little critter.” The Sheriff cast a sideways glance at Grace through lowered lids. “The only companionship she has is a big amethyst coloured spider that lives under the eaves outside her window. You and she would need to talk about what you want to have happen with the property. Oh, and one more thing, just so you are prepared, her voice what with the disfigurement …. It’s a little …. how can I explain it? it’s…sort of … gusty.