Tag Archives: Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge

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

Somewhere Out There

The tale of Rainbow the library cat’s escape is what we were challenged with writing about this week. Charli Mills knows how to make a writer think! FOLLOW her for all the fun and excitement! http://www.carrotranch.com

Rainbow grew up in the library, having been left on their doorstep in a box of donated books when he was a mere three weeks old. Everyone doted on him to ensure he would survive. He grew up lazing in laps, being read to.

His favorite lap belonged to an elderly blind woman whose granddaughter brought her every day precisely at two. For a delightful hour, everyone was happily lost in a book.

Rainbow was confused, the old woman hadn’t been in for a week. Believing he could, when no one was looking, he slipped out to find her.

©2020 Annette Rochelle Aben

Here Boy

My response to Charli Mills’ Carrot Ranch weekly challenge to write about a dog in the daisies. Have fun with the other ranchers by following her blog!

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She’d been out wandering the better neighborhoods all day, hoping to find something special for her new home. One last house on the block, just one last shot before calling it a day. Then, Wanda couldn’t believe her luck. Right there, in the middle of all the bric-a-brac, was a cast-iron statue of an Irish Setter! Yes! Those garage sale finds were the best.

All the way home, she imagined pulling into her driveway each night and seeing this magnificent creature waiting for her, standing proud. What a wonderful way to be welcomed, by a dog in the daisies.

©2020 Annette Rochelle Aben

Dead Letters

I had to think about this week’s Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction topic for a moment, Then I heard about a postal worker who was busted for not delivering the mail. Check out the fun with Charli Mills each week! https://carrotranch.com

Ted nonchalantly punched in the access code and waited patiently for the arm to rise. The maze of storage units could be confusing but not to Ted, as he had been coming here nearly once a day for several months.

Without a care in the world, he began tossing the white plastic bins in left and right. Laughing, Ted thought about how much he hated everything about being a postal worker. The weather, the barking dogs, and he especially hated the mail! He hated it so much that he hadn’t delivered any in months, except to this storage unit.

Gnome More

Ah, yes, the weekly Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge, and we were tasked with creating stories about GNOMES. And of course, I had to toss in a cat. A cat who has the last laugh!

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The top shelf of the bookcase was where Claudius took his naps. Lorraine always left it clear, so he could stretch out whenever the mood struck.

This Christmas, however, was different. She was decorating the bookcase. Now, there was garland hanging everywhere and wee figurines scattered on the shelves.

With a swipe of a mighty clawed paw, the garland was merely tinsel. One by one, each of the wee figurines was sent crashing to the floor. Sorry, not sorry.

As Claudius looked down from his perch he thought, be it ever so humble, this is no place for gnomes!

(c) 2019 Annette Rochelle Aben