Tag Archives: Charli Mills

Eats on the Fly

Up, up and away is the theme for this week’s 99-word flash fiction challenge from Charli Mills. It made me think of birds. So what does it make you think of? Check out the fun at The Carrot Ranch.

The bag of birdseed on the park bench was top rolled down, wide open. A shaky hand lifted some out and scattered it on the pavement at her feet every once in a while. The trees emptied as the birds swooped down to have their fill.

The bag under the park bench, empty and crumpled, was where the old cat sat. Eyes became the size of saucers each time the birds came to dine. A wary paw would shoot out from under the bench every now and then. The trees would fill quickly as the birds hurriedly flew away.

©2022 Annette Rochelle Aben

Making a New Friend Easy as Pie

Ah yes, Charli Mills challenged us with writing about FREE PIE this week for her 99-word flash fiction prompt. And it took me back to 1990 when I met a fabulous woman who became my dear friend.  So, here is the 99-word version of what happened that day… Join in the fun at The Carrot Ranch anytime!

Everyone told me to be sure and meet Aunt Bett, a local treasure who should be showcased in a television program. A perfect suggestion, since I ran the local television studio.

That first afternoon I spent with her was magic. She entertained me with wit, and wisdom and banged out ragtime on her piano. Impressive for a 90year old.

All at once, she realized she didn’t have time to cook dinner and walk her dog. So, I offered to cook the meal.

She returned to find Shepard’s Pie waiting in her oven. Reaching for her wallet…

Seriously, Aunt Bett?

©2022 Annette Rochelle Aben

A Vegetarian was Born

Writing about a FARM was the Flash Fiction Challenge this week from Charli Mills. It brought back a very real childhood memory for me (but I cleaned it up a bit as my reaction to the food on that plate was a bit more dramatic). Join the weekly fun at the Carrot Ranch

A real farm… Peg could hardly believe her luck. She was going to visit a farm as the guest of her aunt and uncle. As an inner-city gal, this was a dream day trip.

There were animals everywhere. Chickens ran free. Cows were being milked. Pigs oinked hello!

Nothing was as enchanting as the lambs. Soft, tufted wool on their backs that gave off a lotion-like grease when petted.

The dinner bell rang, and she joined farmhands at the big table. She nearly fainted when she saw the ham, fried chicken, roast beef, and lamb stew on her plate!

©2022 Annette Rochelle Aben

Lather Rinse Repeat

Charli Mills had us all ponder this week with her 99-word flash fiction challenge of “I’d Rather Be.”  If you’d rather be joining the fun instead of watching from the sidelines, check out the opportunities at the Carrot Ranch

I’d rather be eating donuts than rice cakes.

I’d rather be that someone who was born with a perfectly formed body.

I’d rather be vacationing on some tropical island than having a staycation.

I’d rather have a significant other than to be single.

I’d rather be independently wealthy than have to work at a job until I am old enough to retire.

Because I’d rather be one of those people who can be happy with their life than to be depressed because there is something else I would rather be!

I choose to be a winner than a whiner!

©2022 Annette Rochelle Aben

No Crib for a Bed

Aw, little goats! Their joyful personalities bring smiles to the hearts of many. Charli Mills challenged us to write about The Littlest Goat this week for the Flash Fiction Challenge at the Carrot Ranch. Great idea!

Daisy did a double-take. The last time she looked, there was straw in the holiday manger. She took pride in making sure the display was neat and tidy Everything looked good except the Baby Jesus appeared uncomfortable without the straw cushion.

On her way back to the barn, she found there was a trail of straw to follow. Upon closer inspection, Daisy noticed wee cloven prints in fresh snow. Ah-ha! Clues as to the likely straw thief. Sure enough, there just inside the barn was Daffy, the littlest of her father’s goats, sound asleep on a bed of straw!

(c) Annette Rochelle Aben 2021