Ten compulsory words

Written on the fly as the words highlighted in bold caps were read out every ten seconds. A lot of fun!

The RED wine spilled from the broken bottle, staining the white cloth. Marcia stared at Alan, seeing the STORM gathering on his face. She’d done it this time. He would be furious, but she’d been HELPLESS in her own rage at his comment.

How could he do this to her? Had he FORGOTTEN his promise, the day of their wedding less than a week ago, to love, honour, cherish?

Now, here they were, pois...