Wednesday's Three Word Wednesday

The words over at Three Word Wednesday are accentuate, glamour and pitch. This idea started out with so much promise. I think it got away from me. 


Wishing Well

My mother has built a wishing well in our backyard.
She began with the crap-covered cement birdbath. She ran a hose out to it, then hooked up a little sprinkler that shot water like a mini-geyser.
She accentuated the birdbath with a collection of fired clay pots to collect the spray, as well as the change she kept tossing – one coin at a time.
I ditched my bike by the picnic table and went in for closer inspection.
She was plucking the coins out of a wide-mouth Mason jar and pitched them into the fountain with her thumb, stretched out as she was on a chase lounge under a blue-and-white striped beach umbrella.
She had on this ridiculous white satin one-piece bathing suit. Her brown eyes were hidden by these white sunglasses, with hideous pink palm trees built into the chunky plastic frames.
She’d painted her toes and fingernails a fiery red, like the coating of a carnival candied apple. A floppy, wide-brimmed hat covered her raven hair.
She was really playing up the glamour aspect, much to my horror. Thank goodness for the line of thick shrubs that separated our lawn from the rest of the neighborhood.
Since coming out the backdoor was my dad, his hair slicked back and black, showing none of his natural gray. He wore black Wayfarers and no shirt. He carried a towel over one arm, and a fruity drink in one hand, complete with a pink paper umbrella.
What was most disturbing was the enormous bulge in the front of the rather tight, light green Janzen swim trunks.
“Mother!”
She drew down the shades from her eyes and winked.
“Why, it’s a lady’s prerogative to always wish big.”