April 15: Flash Fiction Challenge – Technophobe

Charli’s Carrot Ranch Prompt, this week:

April 15, 2021, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that seeds generosity. Who is generous and why? Think of generosity as planting a future outcome. Go where the prompt leads!

Technophobe

“No, no, Mum, just scroll down. Tap the one you want.” Nisha rolled her eyes.

She’d been on the phone with her mother for an hour now, trying to help her set up her new phone, so she could enjoy the family video calls, along with everyone else.

But this hour was worth it.

Finally, Mum would be able to see her family, regularly. Nisha hadn’t seen her for over six months.

Just then her phone beeped.

“Good to see you, Mum! Now, if you could just hold the phone higher. I don’t want to see up your nose…”

April 8: Flash Fiction Challenge – Pint-Sized Heroes

Charli’s Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Prompt:

April 8, 2021, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that “rethinks the hero.” Define the hero, comparing or contrasting to the classic definition. Break the mold. What happens to the hero in the cave? Is it epic or everyday? Is therre resistance or acceptance? Go where the prompt leads!

Pint-Sized Heroes

Four-year-old Nina watched her classmate’s plight curiously.

Joey had been struggling with that same jigsaw for the last ten minutes, and no guidance from his teachers was accepted.

Slowly, Nina sidled along until she was next to him. A pint-sized compadre, not as much of a threat as the adults who towered above.

She tentatively picked up the correct piece, turned it the right way, and handed it to Joey.

He popped it in, the tongue of determination that had been sticking out slipped back in, turning into a smile.

I think Joey just found his new jigsaw hero.

https://carrotranch.com/2021/04/09/april-8-flash-fiction-challenge-2/

April 1: Flash Fiction Challenge – Gone

Charli’s Carrot Ranch Prompt, dedicated to our wonderful friend, Sue Vincent:

April 1 2021, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about a swift passage. You can take inspiration from any source. Who is going where and why. What makes it swift? Go where the prompt leads!

Gone

Gone.

Just like that.

One minute, he was there, the next minute, not.

I’d sat by his side for days and nights, stroking his hand, answering to his quiet murmurs, sponging him down, dripping refreshing liquid onto his parched lips.

I knew it was coming, and I wanted to squeeze memories into every second of life that he had left, with him.

And yet, he still managed to go, without allowing me to say goodbye.

He squeezed my hand, so I turned for the glass, and I returned to a face, smiling, at peace, finally.

Just like that.

Gone.

https://carrotranch.com/2021/04/01/april-1-flash-fiction-challenge-2/

March 25: Flash Fiction Challenge

Charli’s Carrot Ranch Prompt:

March 25 2021, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write an escape. It can be daring or subtle. Who is escaping from what and why? Go where the prompt leads!

The Great Escape

I gingerly opened the cage to add the birdseed into the pot. Heer sat there, staring at me with her beady eyes.

She had a tendency to peck, so the faster I could get my hand in and out the better.

Having deposited what I needed to, into the pot, I slammed the door shut, and breathed a sigh of relief and turned to see the cat watching me, or rather watching something behind me.

Somehow the cage door had bounced open again, and Heer had hopped out of the cage!

That great escape was going to end badly!

https://carrotranch.com/2021/03/25/march-25-flash-fiction-challenge-2/

March 18: Flash Fiction Challenge – One Year Later

Charalie’s Carrot Ranch 99-word fiction prompt:

March 18, 2021, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that takes place a year later. It can be any year. Explore the past year or another significant passing of time to a character. Go where the prompt leads!

I crack my eyes open and reach over to switch off the alarm.

Sitting up, I rub the sleep from my eyes, and instinctively pick up my phone to check my messages.

The first thing I notice is the date.

A year. It’s been a whole year, since you went.

A whole year since you last told me off for grabbing my phone, first thing every morning.

A year I’ve cried myself to sleep.

I smooth my hand over your side of the bed, an indent no longer obvious.

But the indent in my heart.

That will never fill.

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