Tag Archives: Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge

Dominic to the Rescue

This week we were invited to write ab0ut someone being in the right place at the right time. As I have done many times in the past, I pulled from my personal experiences. Should you desire to join in the fun, hang out at the Carrot Ranch

Annette loved her job at the Ambassador Bridge, Hers was a glorified secretarial position processing Import and Export paperwork for U.S. Customs. And the friendships formed with people from all walks of life were the best part.

As she did several times a day, Annette walked along the bridge plaza to the Customs dock office. Suddenly, she felt the ground give way under her feet. She screamed for help, and a nearby truck driver grabbed her and pulled her to safety.

It seems she had stepped on a loose manhole cover and that quick-thinking driver actually saved her life!

©2021 Annette Rochelle Aben 2/19/21

 

I Do

 Chari Mills challenged us to write about dressing up this week. I chose to use my actual wedding day as my 99-word tale. Check out more writing fun at the Carrot Ranch

Weddings are generally fancy-dress occasions. Even the venues are decorated beautifully with that which symbolizes the excitement of the happy couple.

Her mother’s home was no exception as there were flowers in every room. From the massive spray of gladiolas on the piano to the dozens of carnations in the family room. So pretty!

The bride sat crossed-legged on the kitchen counter in jeans, a tee-shirt, and bare feet. Caught up in the beauty around her, she bolted when the Minister inquired if she had a pretty dress to wear since the ceremony was to begin in five minutes.

©2021 Annette Rochelle Aben

Lacquered Lovelies

Charli Mills invited us to use the prompt of NOURISH for our 99-word flash fiction this week. It wasn’t until one of the activities gals asked the musical question about us wanting to have our nails done, that this story practically wrote itself. Check out the Carrot Ranch and join the fun!

“Ladies, do either of you want your nails done today?”

It was this familiar Tuesday query from the activities department of the nursing home that rallied all the women who wanted to feel special every time they looked at their hands. Usually, everyone except these two roommates said yes.

There was a box of bright colors from which to choose. This day, most of the ladies chose colors that reminded them of beautiful flowers. And here they were, beautiful flowers planted in wheelchairs and hospital beds. Their bodies may be failing them, but their souls were glowing and alive!

©2020 Annette Rochelle Aben

Building on a Dream

Charli Mills invited us to take the prompt of longboards and write a 99-word tale. All I kept picturing was a comedy routine where someone carrying a long board of wood kept smacking people in the back every time they turned around. No, I didn’t use the humorous aspect of that memory but I did write about lumber! Thank you Carrot Ranch for the fun!

Frankie let out a deep sigh. No matter how hard he tried, the long boards were too heavy for him to carry. His older brothers, Ron, John, and Al could haul those boards around as though they were toothpicks. When would he be big enough to help his father build houses?

Dejected, Frankie sat down behind the lumber pile and began to cry softly.

“Where’s Frankie?’

“Yeah, we need someone to grab these boxes of nails.”

His older brothers were in trouble and they needed his help!

Frankie dried his tears, grabbed the nails, and ran after the crew.

©2020 Annette Rochelle Aben

Eyes Forward

Charli Mills, head of the Carrot Ranch writing community, challenged us to write about the open road this week. It reminded me of my own divorce ages ago. So, here is my 99-word story, somewhat fictionalized for your enjoyment.

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Nine years packed into a few boxes and an old steamer trunk. Was there nothing else to show for all the ups and downs of a marriage? In perspective, that which was her past was minuscule compared to the opportunities which comprised her future.

Getting behind the wheel of her car, she felt gratitude for the hard work she and her therapist did to get her to even consider filing for divorce.

She was figuring it out. Turn the key. Fasten the seatbelt and adjust the rearview mirror. Wow, check out the view through the windshield. The open road.

©2020 Annette Rochelle Aben