My submission to this week’s 100 Word Challenge at Julia’s Place. The prompt was five random words, which are in bold in my entry.
Dad was never the same after the accident, constantly mixing up words. It was hard at first, but when he acted all offended at me correcting his report of seeing “that great aeroplane from the War, the aquamarine Spitfire” by asking if he meant “Supermarine”, I soon learned to keep quiet. So when he calls a moving staircase an “excavator” and tells me about the “sausage” someone left on his voicemail I hardly notice. Still, even I was aghast a few days ago in the supermarket, when he casually asked the young assistant to direct him to the orgasmic milk.