Welcome to Take Seven, a little piece of fiction incorporating all twenty one words used in the Three Things Challenges this week.
Although this is not a challenge as such, anyone is welcome to join in. Please link back to this post so that I can see it and respond to you directly.
Boredom sucks, nine year old Billy thought, lining up his toy planes for their imaginary take off. He’d been grounded for taking aim at Mrs Fenner’s garden gnomes with his catapult and wasn’t allowed outside to play for the rest of the day.
They were stupid, gazing over her tarmac drive from her pathetic ornamental stream (It’s NOT a water leak, she’d shrieked at his Dad when he’d reported the wet patch to the water board). They were ugly, had big feet and even bigger noses, and all wore the same colour jacket like some kind of work force.
He’s actually been targeting the long blades of grass alongside the fence, but somehow managed to forget about her dog that liked to doze in the shade behind it. His well aimed shot had hit it square on the rump, and on a scale of one to ten, it had be an eleven. It had been a relief that no-one had realised that and assumed the gnomes were his goal.
He thought having a dog would be cool, and felt pity for it belonging to Ma Fenner who never seemed to take it anywhere. She was mean, with her jet black beady eyes scrutinising everyone and everything from behind her owl like glasses.
He was dismayed to see her waltz up their path and knock on their front door.
He made a move to sneak upstairs in case he was in more trouble, but his Mum called him into the hall.
Ma Fenner was standing just inside the door and he had to shake his head as he thought she was smiling.
‘Mrs Fenner wondered if you would like to help her out by taking her dog for a walk every day.’
‘I’d pay you a pound a time,’ she said with a wink to his Mum.
‘Would I!!!’ he yelled getting his coat.
Maybe she wasn’t so mean after all, and he’d be rich!