Michael’s challenge this week is as follows:
The Weekend Shop
Compose a story in which you mention the weekend shop be it the actual shopping process or a shop that is the Weekend Shop and what does it sell that it only opens on the weekend.
Go where the prompt leads you and have fun exercising your creativity.
It was the weekend and that meant shopping. Usually a chore, there was something extra special about the weekend shop and he always made a list.
Opening the fridge, he took stock of what was needed, and the same with the freezer. Ice cream was low, so he added that to his list and smiled.
Boring things like tea, coffee and milk were left for midweek. The weekend shop was meant to be fun, a pleasant experience and memories in the making.
Chloe dropped Clara off Friday evening at the usual time. Clara was happy to see her Daddy and after kissing her Mum goodbye on the cheek, charged upstairs to her bedroom, dragging her case and trusted teddy behind her.
They’d been divorced three years, but had agreed that Clara could stay with George every other weekend and for half the holidays, so he had decorated a room especially for her.
It worked well for them and Clara had adjusted pretty well for a five year old at the time.
‘What’s on the list this week,’ she asked.
‘Ah, let’s see…………… blood ripple, munchkins, crunchy brown eyes, frogs legs, rubber rice, you know, the usual things.’
‘Daa–ad,’ she giggled. ‘You don’t have to make things up for me you know. I’m 8, not 5!’
‘Yes sweetheart I know, but I love taking you shopping, and we can stop for pastries and a coke afterwards. There’s a new place in the High Street and they do Halloween cookies, which look utterly gruesome, so probably taste divine!’
‘OK. What time do I have to be up?’
‘Whenever you want Clara. There’s no rush as we’ve got an extra day being the Bank Holiday.’
‘Great! Oh, nearly forgot. I made you this!’ and she handed over a painting of a forest with houses and lots of trees.
‘How wonderful! And I know just the place to put it!’
Taking the picture in one hand and her hand in the other, he led her to the fridge and got some tape out of the drawer.
‘There!’ he said. ‘Now every time I open the fridge, I’ll think of you……….. not that I need a reminder of course!’
He kissed her on the nose.
‘We’re not really going to buy frogs legs are we? I mean, that is your idea of spaghetti, right? And the crunchy brown eyes are chocolate treats aren’t they?’
He winked at her…………
‘Whatever you want love, whatever you want.’