They approached warily. The car had been gutted, no longer habitable. She spied a scrap of paper stuck to the floor. The glove box yielded another and a stub of pencil.
“That’ll make good tinder.”
“No. It’s mine.”
He shrugged. They trudged on until dusk.
He coaxed a fire from his bow drill while she sharpened the pencil against a rock. The scrap of paper was a fragile promise in her shaking hands.
“Write already.”
She wanted to. It’d been so long. She’d start with the date.
It felt like fall. Was it November? The year she knew- 2023.
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The Carrot Ranch November 15, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that uses scraps. It can be scraps of dried flowers, paper, metal, fabric, food — any kind of scraps you can think of. Then write a story about those scraps and why they matter or what they make. Go where the prompt leads you. Respond by November 20, 2018.
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Nice!
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Thanks. I appreciate the visit.
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I love it!
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Thanks. I do not care for dystopian or futuristic tales, but here we are. And anything for a flash.
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😀 I didn’t know! I like reading them.
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It’s where the prompt (finally) led. What do you suppose she’ll write?
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Well… if she’s doing NaNoWriMo, she’ll carry it around another 29 days and then cram a bunch of nonsense in tiny print on both sides.
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She might not write. She might imagine writing, waiting to write when it feels ready. Delayed gratification.
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Oh dear. Have we really come to this? Must we? So soon? I’m not keen on dystopian futures either.
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Just fiction… wasn’t sure what date to pick for a fictional story such as this. Too far out and we’re all complacent, procrastinating…
It’s scary because
No, it’s just fiction. Just a response to a prompt.
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Phew! I hope it stays that way. 🙂
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