Tag Archives: Charli Mills

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

Appeal

If Charli Mills only knew… I’d eat dirt if it tasted like lemons! So, I fell in love with this week’s  Carrot Ranch challenge right off. Though I have never made a lemon tart, I have eaten my fair share. Who knows, perhaps one day I’ll whip up a batch!

When they were little, people referred for them as the Lemon Tarts as the only treat they ever brought to the church bake sale were lemon tarts. Of course, they had no competition, for no one dared to challenge them the way an ordinary chocolate chip cookie might demand. One must be rather dedicated to perfect a lemon tart!

Over time, the tarts advanced in age and like their bite-sized lemon goodies, they remained favorites of the congregation and fans of the bake sale. To honor their steadfast contributions, and their age, they became, the bake sale Lemon Queens!

©2020 Annette Rochelle Aben

Take Off, Eh?

First flight! I remember mine well. It was forty years ago and I have to say, while it didn’t stop me from flying again, I do only fly when necessary.

Thank you to Charli Mills and the Carrot Ranch

for allowing me this opportunity to laugh!

 

The honeymoon flight from Detroit to Los Angeles was her very first. Not knowing what to expect, the young bride allowed her more well-traveled husband to guide her along the way.

He graciously gave her the aisle seat and held her hand gently while the flight attendant covered the emergency instructions.

As the plane pulled back, he reminded her that she should put the chewing gum in her mouth.

“Honey, look we’re climbing into the clouds!”

She leaned forward to take a look and vomited on the back of the head of the person seated in front of her.

©2020 Annette Rochelle Aben

Chocoholics

If you’ve never eaten a molten lava cake, I suggest you give it a try! That is right where my mind went when I saw the flash fiction prompt this week from the Carrot Ranch

“Nana, pulllleeze.”

Tension filled the air, thicker than the fragrant deliciousness wafting around the room. Naturally, the young ones were more than anxious as they planted themselves on the floor smack dab in front of the oven door.

One would think they had never been fed. One would think they had nothing else better to do. One would think they had no patience.

You could barely hear the timer bell for the chorus of cheers as Nana grabbed the oven mitts and pulled out the baking dishes. It was her joy to bake molten lava cakes for the grandchildren.

©2020 Annette Rochelle Aben