Sunday, 20 March 2011

Weekly Wordzzle 147

I'm back, after what seems like an age of me promising myself (and others) that I'd play and then not getting chance to do it.

But, on with the motley.... for rules, this week's players and next week's words go to Raven's Nest.

The Mini (organism, energy, harmonica, calibration, spread your wings and fly)

The thin, reedy sound of a harmonica floats into the room from somewhere below in the street – Marcel, no doubt, busking for a few centimes to buy more of those foul cigarettes he so enjoys. Bars of sunlight stream through the gaps in the shutters, striping the wall above my head. I count the bars of yellow light in a kind of lazy mocking calibration of the shutters’ ability to keep the room dim and cool, the way I like it. JJ snoozes on next to me, unaware. JJ is an organism of two distinct polarities: asleep, he is a loose tangle of slack limbs and tousled black hair, awake, a lithe, taut bundle of restless energy and piercing black eyes. From where I’m lying, I can see his discarded T-shirt, a rumpled pool of cloth on the red-brown tiles. Spread Your Wings and Fly is just about legible amongst the folds. Good advice. Under the bed, my suitcase is already packed.

The 10-Worder (wanderlust, wisdom, popcorn, hearts and flowers, melting snow, bank account, chapter, painting, politics, imagination)

New to Harold? Catch up here

Teatime crouched anxiously in Moon’s garbage bin, keeping as still as possible. This was not easy, as he seemed to be sitting in a disgusting-smelling plastic meal tray, complete with popcorn-sized lumps of a decidedly squishy substance adhering to it. As the sounds of Moon moving about in the kitchen came to him inside the malodorous receptacle (a bowl of cereal and a glass of water seemed to be in order), Teatime’s initial relief at having hidden himself so quickly disappeared like so much melting snow, to be replaced by an exasperated questioning in his mind of the wisdom of hiding in a place from which there was no possibility of escape if discovered.

For his part, Moon was a little puzzled: as he’d made his way across the living room with a view to fixing himself a little snack (the macaroni cheese ready-meal had been as unsatisfying as it had been unappetising), he’d been sure he’d heard a noise coming from the kitchen, but when he’d arrived and flipped on the light, all had been still and quiet - apart from one thing. The cutlery drawer had been slightly open. Now Moon was sure he’d left it properly closed. Nothing else was amiss though, so he dismissed the noise as a product of the imagination of a half-asleep brain.

As he dipped his spoon into the cereal and munched, he thought about the possible new chapter in his life that looked to be opening up. The message he’d received earlier that day had been most promising, but on no account was he going to get his hopes up too much – that way lay disappointment. Still, so long as his informant hadn’t been painting too rosy a picture of things, there was much to hope for.

Moon paused for a moment to give silent thanks for the wanderlust that had taken him on that trip to Europe. It had almost cleaned out his then meagre bank account, but it had been so worth it to have run purely by chance into his uncle in Switzerland. And what a momentous meeting it had turned out to be. They’d met on a climb and had hit it off almost immediately. It had taken them both some time to realise they were related, but by then they were fast friends anyway. Once back home, Moon had found a job in OGS more-or-less waiting for him. Everything had been going along very nicely after that - until Moon had got a call telling him his uncle had been injured in a climbing accident. As the last of the cereal disappeared, revealing a ridiculous hearts-and-flowers motif at the bottom of the bowl, Moon felt more hopeful than he had at any time since then. If things worked out, after tomorrow, everybody would have to sit up and take notice: not just OGS, with its internal politics and adherence to the old ways, but eventually the whole world.


  1. Interesting choice of combination words. Succinct, yet subtle and somehow moist with a wealth of feminine charms.

  2. Your mini was wonderfully written and was like a tiny novel in a paragraph. And you know I always love Harold. I have missed you both. GOod to have you back. I hope those evil people at your work give you more time for play from now on.

  3. LOL at Jimmy - I'm not sure I want my words to be moist, really :)

    I enjoyed your mini too - I wonder if your person is supposed to meet my person & will be upset when they're not there? Heh.

    I'm more intrigued than ever at Mr. Moon - but you MUST get Teatime out of the garbage can!

  4. Jimmy - Thanks for that very colourful and evocative comment.

    Raven - Sorry to have been away so long and thanks for hanging in there.

    Bug - Maybe my person should meet yours - if you continue your story - and, yes, Teatime needs to get out of that bin.

  5. good to have harold back on track again.


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