19 Jan 2018
by Ritu
in #CarrotRanch, Fiction, Thoughts Opinions & Memories
Tags: #CarrotRanch, Blog, Blog Post, Blogger, Blogging, Boots, Charli Mills, Drag Queen, Flash Fiction, pizza, Platforms
Charli’s prompt this week:
January 18, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes boots. Whose boots are they, where do they go and what is their significance? Go where the prompt leads.
Hmmm… here’s where my mind went…
Big Boots
I watched him in awe, as he tossed the dough from side to side, stretching it expertly, before allowing it to come to rest on the large wooden spatula.
A thin layer of tomato sauce, Mama’s special recipe, and a sprinkling of mozzarella, before a sprig of basil was added, then off it went to bake.
And he was leaving.
Mama was devastated.
Antonio was off to travel the world, leaving the family pizzeria in my hands, and I’d never been anywhere near as good as him at making pizza.
He was leaving big boots for me to fill.
Then my mind continued to wander (wearing those boots)…
Platforms
Never criticise a neighbour before walking a mile in his moccasins.
That’s what the proverb said.
Looking at the height of the heels on my neighbour’s boots, and the shiny patent leather, stretching all the way up to mid-thigh, I thought I’d rather not walk a metre, let along a mile.
Who am I to judge, anyway?
If Peter wants to spend his days being an accountant, trussed up in a suit and tie, and the evenings dressed up as Petra the pole-dancing drag queen, that’s his (or should it be her?) choice!
I’ll just stick to my trainers…
https://carrotranch.com/2018/01/19/january-18-flash-fiction-challenge/
18 Jan 2018
by Ritu
in #WritePhoto, Fiction, Thoughts Opinions & Memories
Tags: #WritePhoto, Barbie and Ken, Blog, Blog Post, Blogger, Blogging, Distance, Essex, Fiction, Joey, Photo Prompt, Sindy
Sue’s #WritePhoto Prompt this week:
I thought I’d continue the adventures of Barbie and Ken.
Ken stretched his arms and rolled his shoulders. It had been a cramped flight, but they were the only seats available at such short notice. After a manly chat with Joey, they came to the conclusion that absence makes the heart grow fonder, as the saying went.
“A bit of distance between the two of you’ll be a good thing bruv!” Joey said as he pulled his coat tighter. “But couldn’t we find somewhere warmer to go?”
The snow-topped Scottish mountains could be seen in the distance.
“Yeah, I know… still, at least I won’t have any distractions here. I can just relax, and hopefully, Barbie will realise she misses me.”
“Yeah, yeah, right. So, where’s the nearest pub?” Joey hailed a cab to take them to the hotel.
As they sat in the car, they were unaware of a pair of eyes watching them.
Sindy slipped her sunglasses back on, and jumped in the next taxi. Instructing the driver to ‘follow that cab’ she sat back. What was the point in working for the local travel agent, if she couldn’t find out where her ‘friends’ were flying off too?
To be continued…
https://scvincent.com/2018/01/18/thursday-photo-prompt-distant-writephoto/
12 Jan 2018
by Ritu
in #CarrotRanch, Fiction, Thoughts Opinions & Memories
Tags: #CarrotRanch, Blog, Blog Post, Blogger, Blogging, Charli Mills, Flash Fiction, Wet Ink
Charli’s prompt this week:
January 11, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about wet ink. It can be artistic, writerly or something completely off-the-wall. Go where the prompt leads.
Hmmm… here’s where my mind went…
Inked
It was the bane of my life at school, being left-handed…
The most annoying thing?
Writing with an ink pen.
Now, if only I could write from right to left, like the Arabic community, I’d be fine, but no, we need to write from left to right, meaning my hand would smear the still wet ink across the page, as I wrote my essays.
I’d get told off, have to redo my work, and each inked page would look the same, despite my taking extra care holding my pen.
As I said… the bane of my life being left-handed…
Dedicated to my Lil Princess who is left-handed and
https://carrotranch.com/2018/01/12/january-11-flash-fiction-challenge/
11 Jan 2018
by Ritu
in #WritePhoto, Fiction, Thoughts Opinions & Memories
Tags: #WritePhoto, Barbie and Ken, Blog, Blog Post, Blogger, Blogging, Crow, Essex, Fiction, Joey, Photo Prompt, Sindy
Sue’s #WritePhoto Prompt this week:
I thought I’d continue the adventures of Barbie and Ken.
“One for sorrow – two for joy. Two, two, come on I need two… Oh Jeez, Joey, this isn’t a good sign.” Ken was looking frantically around the park.
“What are you going on about bruv?” Joey took his shades off and checked the colour of his torso. It had been a long time since he’d attempted a tan the traditional way in Essex. Usually, he kept his Marbs colour topped up at the spray tan booth, but there was an unexpected heat wave, and he wasn’t about to lose the chance to get a bit of British sun too.
“I need to see another one. Can you find one? You know, one for sorrow, two for joy? That rhyme they say about those birds, you know, like that one over there?” Ken’s eyes darted around the trees fencing the green. ” I need all the help I can get with me and Barbie at the moment, and I can’t be seeing no ‘one for sorrow’, not today. I need joy. I need two. I need a sign!”
“Erm, Ken, mate, listen. I know what you mean, but before you get all stupid about this, that ain’t no magpie you’re looking at, anyway… it’s a crow!”
“Is it?! Oh God! What does that mean, when I see none?!”
Joey rolled his eyes at his henpecked pal, lowered his sunglasses and lay back to soak in a few more rays…
To be continued…
05 Jan 2018
by Ritu
in #CarrotRanch, Fiction, Thoughts Opinions & Memories
Tags: #CarrotRanch, Blog, Blog Post, Blogger, Blogging, Charli Mills, Copper Country, Flash Fiction, Police
Charli’s prompt this week:
January 4, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about Copper Country. It can be any place, fictional, historical, or on another planet. Go where the copper leads.
Though it should say January 4!
Hmmm… interesting prompt… where will it take my 99 words?
I went with the meaning of copper as a policeman, a common nickname for them in the UK, as is a Bobby! You can check this link out for more police-related slang terms and their meanings!
The Land of Bobbies!
Wherever you turned, they were there.
If you popped out for a bite to eat, guaranteed there would be at least four you would see in the establishment.
On your way to work, you were sure to be flanked by a couple.
Putting your rubbish out on collection day, there would be eyes on you.
Even in your home, you couldn’t escape. At least one family member was going to be one.
Still, at least you felt safe,if a little intimidated, by their presence.
That’s what you got for moving to Copper Country – The police were just everywhere!
https://carrotranch.com/2018/01/05/january-4-flash-fiction-challenge/
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