This week’s words: Welter (to roll, toss, wallow, writhe) Callus Plead Bottle Scripturient (desire to write) Hoarse Anguish Iconic Grisly Panic Urban Serrate

When Ollie awoke that morning he thought for minute about the day ahead. He never once considered the night before preferring always to think ahead, never behind.

He was a slight build of a man and in boxing terms would have been considered a welterweight. By the end of the day he would have shed that image as a welter of charges were levelled at him.

A mile away in the home of his girlfriend Juliet there was chaos and mayhem. Her mother had awoken to the grisly sight of her daughter’s brutally beaten body on the kitchen floor.

Anguish over the callous murder swept through the community. There was an air of panic within the street, as neighbours feared another attack.

What made it worse was the evidence that a serrated knife had been used to inflict the most horrific of injuries upon the beautiful Juliet.

Later that morning Juliet’s mother pleaded with the killer to come forward all but naming Ollie as the likely culprit.

Ollie was suddenly aware of rapping on his front door. Two burly policemen stood there and asked him to go with them. He dressed quickly as the policemen didn’t look like men to be trifled with. He thought their appearance may have had to do with the loud and raucous argument he and Juliet had had the night before over his drinking her last bottle of Grange Hermitage.

The argument had left his voice hoarse and his throat sore, as Juliet had been very definite about her last bottle of Grange. It was after all an expensive and iconic Australian wine.

In the hours that followed and as a result of the accusations made against him, Ollie who was normally an urbane man who spent all his life enjoying the spoils of the urban life style, found himself having to defend vigorously his movements from the night before.

It was an exhausting process and by ten o’clock that night he was allowed to go home after the police decided no charges would be laid.

Ollie was an erudite young man and upon arriving home had found his scripturient desire to write about the day’s events. It was one of Ollie’s best qualities his desire to be scripturient. People often made small talk about it at parties and book launches. He was overwhelmed with scripturientness and set his mind firmly on the task at hand.

So with still a half bottle of Grange to drink, and the memory of Juliet’s mother pleading with the police the lock him up and throw away the key still ringing in his ears he set the days events to words.

After an hour working on his story he got up to get himself a snack as he hadn’t eaten much that day.

Thinking a thick slice of toast would be just what he needed he looked for his bread knife before remembering just where he had left it.

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