I thought I'd try my hand again at Wednesday's Words, which originates at
This week's words are:
cement harmonious dignified
frenzied baggage looping
Seagulls
wove their looping patterns while the city watched from across the
river, its dignified profile against the darkening sky. Steel buoys
rocked against the pilings, harmonious with the approaching clangs of
chains on the pier. Both of the men’s arrival was erratic and slow, one due to frenzied
efforts to break free of his restraints, the other hampered by his ominous baggage
and the struggle to pilot his companion.
At
the end of the dock the larger of the two began his preparations with a
practiced hand – bag here, bucket there, captive parked nearby. A suitable
oatmeal-grey consistency was quickly achieved and the chef leaned over it for
one more stir. A loop of the chain he’d stored over his beefy shoulder slipped,
encircling the bucket and bringing his head into the mixture when his foot
skidded through a large souvenir left by the gulls.
The
first man looked down at the dissipating bubbles across the oily water and sent
to the dark sky a paean to the inventor of quick-set cement.
You bloodthirsty creature, you.
ReplyDeleteStill, the biter bit and all that. A marvellously inventive story, I am impressed.
Very nice- you are very good at this!
ReplyDeleteMy goodness you are a rugged writer. Pretty surprising.
ReplyDeleteI could see it happening. Great job.
ReplyDeleteWell there's a twist! The baddie getting the cement grave. I like it.
ReplyDeleteOoops! Made me laugh when I read it and figured out what happened. :-)
ReplyDeleteHA! what goes around comes around.
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