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Celebration

My dear readers, I’m afraid I’ve been a bit out of commission of late. I had an ulcer burst through my duodenum, (which I didn’t realize I even had one of those, so imagine my surprise when it was causing such trouble!). So I’ve been at the hospital under the not-so-gentle ministrations of laudanum. I found coherent thoughts a commodity, so I didn’t write for the last two weeks. (GASP) (However, I did have some Dali-like hallucinations and some vivid, wacky dreams…) 

However, Charli Mills at https://carrotranch.com has a perfect prompt to get the creative juices flowing again. “In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about old world charm. It can be nostalgic or irreverent. You can invent an “old world,” return to migrant roots or recall ancient times. Go where the prompt leads you!”

Below is my 99 word offering. Why don’t you participate, too? I’d love to see where the prompt leads you! (Let me know if you do, please.)

 

Celebration

Written by Kerry E.B. Black

 

With a pomp of woodwinds, the children joined the parade about town, welcoming everyone to join. Ribbons swirled from braids in the little girls’ hair. Embroidered flowers festooned hems and lines of traditional garb. Traditional foods perfumed the air, available for the sampling. The celebration swept everyone up with its joy. The world bloomed, the earth produced, and people created beauty to compliment nature. Peace, not protest. Harmony, not war. For the brief span of an afternoon, the community embraced the simplicity of existence. Unity in expression, inclusion of all. People paused to admire the beauty in one another.

Always a Rocker

Charli Mills and the good folks at https://carrotranch.com/2019/08/01/august-1-flash-fiction-challenge/ want 99 word stories using the prompt “a rock star.” 

 

Always a Rocker

Written by Kerry E.B. Black

 

A silvery line of drool punctuated the vacant expression that landed David in the locked down unit with nineteen other impaired individuals. Once he commanded a tour bus and bested the world’s stages. Now his wheelchair and a disease kept him captive. He stared into private abysses until the activities girl arrived. 

 

From her music player, drums drove a beat. Keyboards provided the backbone. Guitar wailed. 

 

David perked up. He recognized the song. His song. 

 

She sang. 

 

With an anemic voice, a mere ghost of his past, he performed.

 

The girl patted his shoulder and nodded. “Once a rocker.”

Heart Healthy

Heart Healthy

written as a Valentine in 99 words for Charli Mills’ epic https://carrotranch.com

by Kerry E.B. Black

 

Joelle gave up on Valentine’s romance long ago.

 

In grade school, when everyone exchanged cards, her lace-covered shoebox remained empty. As she grew, hers was the only locker devoid of tissue-paper flowers, and in college, no vases of flowers perfumed her dorm.

 

However, she refused to wallow. She didn’t tune to romantic movies, hum love songs, or read bodice-rippers.

 

Instead, she jogged. The world blurred into a sepia sunset as slush squelched beneath her trainers. She ran toward true heart-healthiness.

 

When she stopped for a smoothie at the local shoppe, she never dreamed she’s lose her cynicism concerning love.

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Games Omniverse – Epic Workplace

You have to read Charli Mills’ latest piece at Carrot Ranch. What a fabulous campus! I must visit sometime. Her challenge is to create a 99 word piece about another Epic Workplace, so I mentioned Games Omniverse. http://www.gamesomniverse.com/  I love writing for them! (There are folks closer to my age but so much “hipper” and “with it” at Games Omniverse. They seamlessly blend in with the young culture.)

September 6: Flash Fiction Challenge

 

 

Games Omniverse – Epic Workplace

Written by Kerry E.B. Black

They’re all so much younger than me, but I find their Millenial energy invigorating. I know they look on me as the Grandma of the bunch. They turn eye-rolls when I’ve fouled another computer task and hide their smiles when I say something about “me me’s” instead of saying “memes.”

Yet somehow, I bring something to the group. I’d never be so vain as call it wisdom, and my experiences aren’t always helpful. However, it works. When they need copy, I pound on the keyboard until some small magic occurs, and the Angel in charge nods. “This’s good. Thanks.”

Witches Next Door

Write about property values, she said, so I did. Here are my 99 words in response to Charli Mills’ latest https://carrotranch.com challenge. What do you think of what I hope is a whimsical beginning to an interesting story?

 

Witches Next Door

Written by Kerry E.B. Black

 

Poppa scowled at the moving van, inventorying items deposited next door. Movers left garden items – astrolabes, statuary, tools, and potted plants – along the fenceline. Poppa stomped out a cigarette.  “Darnnit, there goes the neighborhood.”

 

Josey crinkled her forehead. “Why, Poppa?”

 

He pointed. “Spell books. Magic chests. At least four cats. Witches’re moving in.”

 

Two plump, frizzy-haired ladies smiled and waved.

 

Josey waved. “They seem nice.”

 

Poppa spat. “Property value goes down when witches move in? Nobody wants to be mixed up in magic.”

 

Josey disagreed. Nothing in their quiet town seemed as interesting. Besides, how’d Poppa know about magic?

 

 

Guide to Peace

Guide to Peace

Written by Kerry E.B. Black

He fled, blinded by tears. Taunts and cruelty etching into his psyche. Heedless of direction, he dodged tree trunks, leapt tangles, and ducked beneath low-hanging vines until he panted into the silence of ankle-deep humus and the observation of hidden animals. He bent to relieve stitches and cramps.

 

Gentle breezes cooled tears on burning cheeks. Like teasing fingers, they brushed hair aside as if to reassure of his worth.

 

His nostrils flared to capture earthy perfumes so lush he could taste their rich decay and rebirth.

 

A delicate white flower bloomed in the shade, an unexpected guide to peace.

 

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Sponge Cake Petit Fours

The good folks at https://carrotranch.com asked for a bit of April Foolery. (Have you ever played an April Fool’s prank? Been on the receiving end of such a thing? If so, please let me know in the comments. I’d love to hear about it!

Follows is a 99 word “based on a true story” tale of mischief. I hope you’ll enjoy it! 

Sponge Cake Petit Fours

Written by Kerry E.B. Black

Cali hummed as she spread a thick layer of buttercream icing over the pink sponge, creating perfect petit fours. She dotted each with stripes of dark chocolate and the first initial of each of her four children’s names. Proud of the accomplishment, she set the completed deserts on a paper doily. She washed the bowl and spatula, put away scissors and discarded tell-tale plastic wrappers.

When each kid came home from school, starting with the eldest, they eagerly grabbed their treats. When they bit into them, though, the cake rejected their bites. “Hey, these aren’t sponge cake! They’re sponges!”

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Gram’s Peculiar Taste

Charli Mills and the great bunch at https://carrotranch.com issued a new challenge. Write a 99 word story about carrot cake. Carrot cake, you say? You’ll have to read Charli’s excellent post to learn more, which I encourage you to do! While you’re here, though, please let me know what you think of my interpretation of the prompt. Thanks! You’re great!

 

Gram’s Peculiar Taste

Written by Kerry E.B. Black

 

Constance frowned and poked her piece of cake, leaving four tine-marks as evidence of her displeasure. Carrot cake? What kind of trick was this? Her mother didn’t disguise the vegetable’s presence. She proclaimed it in orange and green icing atop the sea of ivory.

Not like the time she served squash and pretended it was spaghetti.

Who knew what other things she slipped into meals?

“Mo-om, why can’t we have chocolate?”

Mom bustled about, polishing the silver. “Because carrot is your Gram’s favorite.”

Gram sure had peculiar taste.

At least Mom made chocolate chip scones.

Or were they current?

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Fondue for Alexis

Charli Mills’ latest https://carrotranch.com 99 word challenge made me nostalgic. It’s bittersweet and below. There’s lots of time to come up with something for the compilation. Check here for details: https://carrotranch.com/2018/02/02/february-1-flash-fiction-challenge/

Fondue for Alexis

Written by Kerry E.B. Black

They craft it with care, a perfect balance of dark and white chocolate fondue formed into a yin yang. Black swirls into white in an eternal dance, captivating as the changing seasons or the passage from night to day. She dips fruit, disrupting the balance with impunity. For this the chocolatier created it, a pot of melted goodness for the birthday girl. But I am not ready.  I fumble with my camera and miss the photo, didn’t capture the precarious moment when she dangled between youth and adulthood. She chomps her chocolate-coated berry, and the fleeting moment is gone.

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