She was certain she’d lost him. In her panic she’d taken a shortcut through the trees and managed to drop her water. Hours Continue reading “Flash Fiction “Now the day is over””
After lending a hand at the Carrot Ranch this week, I thought I’d share the great variety of responses to this week’s flash fiction prompt.
A character’s willingness to offer or receive help can show us something about personality, situation or history without the writer ‘telling’ the obvious about the fears, dilemmas, pride or compassion involved in the transaction.
Sometimes though, it becomes necessary to describe just that, so an unexpected response is understood.
This week, writers explored the offer of all manner of help in response to:
April 13th 2016 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write about offering to help someone. What’s their situation? What’s yours? Do they think they need help? How is it received? Could you be misinterpreted?
Union City by denmaniacs4
The sun slunk low as we entered the simmering heart of Union City.
We proceeded to Henry Taylor’s Stable and dismounted.
“Aggie, I have a man to see…”
She looked at me anxiously.
“No,” I said, “not that man. Not yet.”
She nodded. “I have…
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I am so looking forward to meeting her at last!
Of course this past week should have been about final preparations and only half way through did I wonder how I came to volunteer a guest post and fiction prompt Continue reading “Memoir Monday – Perspectives”
As you might have noticed, some weeks I have a go at flash fiction at Charli Mills’ Carrot Ranch. Flash fiction is simply small itty bits of writing that tell some sort of story. Generally it varies from 50-500 words. There are a few rules like not being offensive but otherwise it is open to absolutely anyone who wants to have a go.
There are a fair few of us who have been doing so for a couple of years and we make up Continue reading “Saddle Up Folks! Come for a Ride at the Carrot Ranch”
Come on out, come on – it’ll be ok. I promise it will.
What if they don’t like us?
What if that doesn’t matter?
What if we’re wrong?
How can you be wrong?
What if we’re bad?
You’re not bad, how
can you be bad?
Some people might think Continue reading “Flash Fiction “Come out! Come out! Wherever you are””