Words for Wednesday -- Aunt Jemima's Garden 2

The words appear on Elephant's  Child's blog every Wednesday in July, put together by herself.

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This meme was started by Delores a long time ago.  Troubles led her to bow out, but the meme was too much fun to let go, and now Words for Wednesday is provided by a number of people and has become a movable feast with Elephant's Child as our coordinator.

  Essentially the aim of this meme is to encourage us to write.  Each week we are given some prompts. These prompts can be words, phrases, music or images.
  What we do with those prompts is up to us:  a short story, prose, a song, a poem, or treating them with ignore...
  We can use some or all of the prompts, and mixing and matching is encouraged.

  Some of us put our creation in comments on the post, and others post on their own blog. This fun meme includes cheering on the other participants.
  And the more the merrier goes here as well, so if you are posting on your own blog then please tell us in the comments, so that all other participants, can come along and applaud.

The Words are:

Cold
Rugmaker
Guiding
Thursday
Forever
Both
     And/or
Farm
Lights
Club
End
Moth
Away

I am - once again -  continuing the story of  Susan and her friends. And so far I used the first set only - in the order they were given of course 😉

It was cold in the attic, and Heidi stood in front of the fire for some time before reading the address, it was far away and they were disappointed. Heidi looked up the address in an old telephone directory: "Aunt Jemima's husband was a rugmaker," Heidi said in a disbelieving voice. "I always thought he was a politician of sorts."
"Couldn't he be both?" Susan asked, "politicians are chosen, no 'elected' is the right word, I think, every second year ..."
Lis raised her head from her book: "No, every fourth year, only they disagree so much that we have elections more often than that."
"Thanks," Susan said, shaking her head over Lis' ability to read a book and listen in at the same time. "Election every fourth year as a guiding line and oftener if they disagree too much. Anyhow Aunt Jemima's husband could very well be a carpetmaker when he was not elected."
"Sounds right," Heidi said, He could not even be sure to have a job for more than two years as a politician, not so good."
"I love elections," Susan said smiling broadly, "we have that day off school, and they use the gym for the election, so no PE for at least a week, two if we're lucky. And then you go voting with mom and dad and are given sweets."
"Oh, we do this too!" Heidi said. "But why are elections always  on a Tuesday, never Monday or Friday that would be so nice?"
"It's not 'always'," Lis raised her head from her book once more: "last time it was actually on a Thursday. You better be happy it's always a school day, in many countries elections are always on a Sunday."
"Ohh!" Heidi said, "I won't complain. Sunday, terrible!"

It took forever before Heidi and Susan had a day off school and everything else at the same time, but finally they were on their way by trains and buses, as they were still not allowed to teleport anywhere, and there were no portals leading near their destination. They had brought along a humongous picnick basket, a blanket, mosquito oil, spare clothes and all the many, many thing both girls' parents deemed necessary for such an outing.