August 9– Flash Fiction  – Caught In The Act

Charli’s prompt this week:

August 9, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes  an act of “peering from the woods.” Go where the prompt leads.

I think this warrants a sequel to last week’s yellow tent-ry! Read here for the first part.

Caught In The Act

“Well Annie, that was fun! We should make these meetings of ours interesting more often.”
Petey unzipped the front flap of his yellow tent, allowing for a slice of light to cut through the darkness of the forest.
He stepped out and stretched, post-coitally, opening his eyes to the beauty of nature.
And stopped.
What was that?
Peering from the woods, he swore he saw the face of his wife, Susan, eyes open wide in horror.
A rustling sound followed.
“Come back Petey honey, we’ve still got time.” Annie’s voice brought him back.
Petey feared his time was up.

https://carrotranch.com/2018/08/09/august-9-flash-fiction-challenge/

August 2– Flash Fiction  – Yellow Tent

Charli’s prompt this week:

August 2, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes a yellow tent. Where is it and who does it belong to? Think of how the color adds to the story. Go where the prompt leads.

Yellow Light District

A rustling noise caught my attention.

I trudged through the forest, kicking up the leaves, trying to trace the source of the sound.

A glow emanated from a clearing up ahead.

As I got closer I saw the glow came from the inside of a yellow tent.

It was a hastily erected contraption, and accompanying the rustles were giggles.

The light created shadows.

Two people.

There were definitely two.

The giggles became moans.

The shadows moved slowly, the moans became more intense.

I turned around, embarrassed to be there, until I heard “Oh Petey!”

That was my husband’s name…

 

 

 

https://carrotranch.com/2018/08/03/august-2-flash-fiction-challenge/

July 26– Flash Fiction  – Stranded Suitcase

Charli’s prompt this week:

July 26, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about what happens next to a stranded suitcase. Go where the prompt leads you, but consider the different perspectives you can take to tell the tale.

Suitcase of Hope

Opening the bedroom door, the first thing I saw was the abandoned suitcase, open on the bed. Half packed, it had been left, bereft at not being full, zipped up, and off on another adventure.

I walked over, closed the lid, fastened it and placed it to one side. “Don’t worry, he’ll be better soon, then you can both go on your travels, with no worries at all.”

Pops appeared by my side, having taken a few moments longer to climb the stairs than me.

“It’s okay Pops, rest up. I’ll pack your case when the time is right.”

Today’s take is based upon true events. If you have been reading my blog recently, you’ll know that my Pops has been extremely unwell, needing emergency open surgery a few weeks back. On the day he was being operated on,  my sister-in-law gave birth to my new nephew, and Pops’ fourth grandchild.

My mum is already in Finland with my brother and his family, and the plan was that Pops would be joining her there so he could enjoy the delights of his new grandchild too.

Unfortunately, that is not the (suit)case at the moment, he won’t be flying anywhere for a while. I arrived back home with my children today, to ease him back into his own home, after spending the last three weeks after being discharged from hospital convalescing at his niece’s house.

Though a case was not actually strewn across his bed, there are several scattered around the house, Mum’s part-packing jobs done before she left, so she could take more things when she does a return journey, with Pops!

He’s doing so well, considering the ordeal he went through, but still very weak. We went for a slow, short walk this evening and it was so wonderful to see my Pops almost back to normal, a little slower, a little thinner, but definitely my Pops. ❤

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❤ my Pops

And here’s hoping that after his follow up appointment in September, he will be able to go and finally give that new addition a proper cuddle! ❤

https://carrotranch.com/2018/07/27/july-26-flash-fiction-challenge/

#WritePhoto – Stone

Sue’s #WritePhoto Prompt this week:

He-Man grinned, surveying his new surroundings.

“This looks just wonderful! All the greenery, lush lands, and me standing at the top of it all.” He looked around. “She! She-Ra? Where are you? Come, let’s claim this for ourselves!”

He was looking forward to drawing his sword, and yelling, at the top of his voice, “By the power of Greyskull! I have the power!”

But he seemed unable to find his sword.

In fact, he couldn’t find his arms either. Looking down, he realised his body appeared to be absent without leave…

“She-Ra! Help! I’ve lost myself!”

She slowly sauntered up the hill.

“Shhh! I’ve got a headache!” She looked up to where her bulked up dope of a boyfriend was. “Jeez! Look at you! I knew we got a bit legless last night, but you went the whole hog!”

 

Sorry, that stone made me think of He-Man, the moment I saw it! A silly flash!

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 #writephoto

https://scvincent.com/2018/07/26/thursday-photo-prompt-stone-writephoto/

#writephoto

July 19– Flash Fiction  – Fannie Hooe

Charli’s prompt this week:

July 19, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about Fannie Hooe. Although she is a legend in the Kewenaw, feel free to go where the prompt leads.

I know poor Fannie’s story was unfortunate, but just hearing the name made me think of all those jokes about bartenders having to shout out funny names like “I have a Hugh Jarse here!” and “Ben Dover, please.” etc.

Fanny-tastic Names

“I’m trying to find Fanny Hooe.”
“Fanny who?”
“Yes, Fanny Hooe.”
“Right… Fanny who?”
“Fanny Hooe!”
“Look, I need the surname for the announcement, mate. So, Fanny who?”
“Listen mate, it’s bad enough her grandma insisted on naming her Fanny. Stop taking the mick with it. Her name is Fanny Hooe. As in H – O – O – E.”
“Okay. Calling out for Fanny Hooe. That’s Fanny Hooe, as in H – O – O – E. Fanny Hooe please come to the service desk. Fanny Hooe!”
“You know they all call me Fran here, not Fanny… Now I’ll never live it down!”

https://carrotranch.com/2018/07/19/july-19-flash-fiction-challenge/

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