The celebrations continue at Carrot Ranch this week. Last week’s celebrations prompted Earnest to bring Marge balloons, this week Marge contemplates carrot cake. For their full story, made up as prompts suggest, go to their page. Carrot Ranch March 15, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about carrot cake. It can be classic or unusual. Why is there cake? How does it feature in the story? Go where the prompt leads. Respond by March 20 to be included in the compilation (published March 21). Rules are here. All writers are welcome!
Marge sat at the table poring over a seed catalog, one of the balloons a strawberry moon overhead.
“I want carrot cake, Earnest, that’s what.”
“There’s some at the store.”
“I want to make it.”
“We can buy carrots.”
“No, I wanna grow the carrots.”
“Well gee Marge, it’s gonna take a long while to get that cake.”
“Yes, well into summer.”
“Why wait so long? Why work so hard?”
“It’s to celebrate. Us. You like balloons, I like cake.”
Earnest grinned. Marge would be baking, here, come summer.
“I’ll dig the garden patch, Marge.”
“That’s what I figured.”
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ShiftnShake 
I love how you’ve continued last week’s balloon story into this week’s carrot cake prompt. Marge and Ernest have love figured out. ❤️ – Molly
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Thanks! There’s more to come in six sentences but I am having wordpress technical issues.
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Good to read the next part in Earnest and Marje’s life.
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Glad you are enjoying them.
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Sweet. And that is true in reality as carrot cake has more calories than chocolate cake. Good feeling to make something totally from scratch (he’d better plant some wheat and get some chickens and cows) but love grows from a cultivated garden.
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She’s a long range planner, is Marge.
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Marje knows the joy of delayed gratification, and Earnest is happy to know she’s in for the long ride.
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Yep.
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