Wordle #125 “October 17th, 2016” – Ronald Puke


This week’s words: Precise Uniform Delirious  Forge Denote Ration Pneumatic (Of or relating to air, gases, or wind. Operated by air or by the pressure or exhaustion of air: a pneumatic drill. Filled with or containing compressed air, as a tire.  Theology. of or relating to the spirit; spiritual. Zoology. containing air or air cavities.) Shudder  Torchwood (Any of various resinous woods suitable for making torches, as the wood of the tree Amyris balsamifera, of the rue family, native to Florida and the West Indies. Any of the trees yielding these woods. Refer to Wikipedia for fictional fodder https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Torchwoodhttps://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Torchwood) Terrible Skulk Lavation (Noun. The process of washing)

Ronald Puke hated having a birthday. The damn thing rolled around every year on October 18 and he dreaded it each time. Most days he would skulk around his house shuddering each time the phone rang thinking it was another well-wisher and he’d have to sound grateful he was another year older.

It was a terrible day for Ronald so he would spend the morning in his lavatory, then into the shower to lave himself within an inch of his life. Lavation was a wonderful distraction from the pressures of life like answering the phone and sounding cheerful.

Not that Ronald was not a cheerful person but he was more your ration it out sort of guy. Never known of moments of delirious cheerfulness he was more your measured cheerful sort who could forge a friendship or not depending on his mood at the time.

It would be fair to say that Ronald denoted a benchmark in the scheme of cheerfulness and today was not one of his better days. If you were to see him tapping away on his computer you’d be forgiven for thinking there was something pneumatic about Ronald and his person habits. One of the benefits he thought of living alone was he could exercise the pneumatic features of his body with impunity. He had a big body, a body that responded well to the gaseous substances permeating it and who found the need to escape whenever and wherever possible more desirous that staying. It is true his pneumatic abilities could have driven an electric generator but people were tolerant of his need to expel and expand.

On Sunday’s Ronald donned the uniform of the only organisation that afforded him some joy.

The Torchwood society. A loose amalgamation of like-minded wood working folk who went forth into the forests in all weather, from the terrible to the terrifying to gather the logs needed to fashion what they deemed was needed in their closed workshops. Ronald didn’t like much the gathering of the torchwood but he did love the precision needed to fashion furniture from this desirous timber.

It was the only day in the week when he didn’t skulk, shudder or pneumatic uncontrollably.He wished his birthday was on a Torchwood day, then he’d feel a tad better about a birthday, he was sure of that.


Written for: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2016/10/17/wordle-125-october-17th-2016/


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9 Responses to Wordle #125 “October 17th, 2016” – Ronald Puke

  1. ellenbest24 says:

    A tad windy around Ronald’s then… i liked this very much. *whispers behind hand* my husband is often… too often pneumatic. *titters*

  2. I love how thoroughly you used lavation in this and I loved the bit about Ronald\s pneumatic habits as well, so much fun to read!

  3. Lyn says:

    Another sterling tale, MIchael. LOL Ronald sounds remarkably like my son in law…especially the woodworking and pneumatic abilities. Can Ronald also cook, make armour and sew medieval clothing?

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