copy-of-working-template-for-ff-challenges8.pngThe Carrot Ranch December 5, 2019, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that includes a key lime pie. How can you use it in a story? Is it about the pie? Or about characters making, eating, or otherwise engaging with one? Go where the prompt leads!

I was led to a double, a scene that continues an earlier Carrot Ranch challenge that led to Ilene’s mother’s house. The serial is HERE in as-is condition.


“Ilene, here’s a recipe card pinned inside the cupboard. Is this something special? Keep or toss?”

Ilene examined the yellowed index card. “It’s just my mother’s key lime pie recipe.”

“Key lime pie?”

“My mother said key lime pie made every occasion special. The funny thing is, none of us really liked it. But she seemed to love making it for us, so we always just ate it and smiled. Bleck. I hope I never eat key lime pie again.”

“Okay then, toss it in the trash.”

“No Marge, this is a good recipe. I want to keep this.”


“Your mother never made key lime pie, Marge?”

“Never made pie.”

“Well, what’d she make that you just loved or hated?”

“Nothing that I remember. She made dinner but only because she had to. It was meat, potato, veg. You just ate it.”

“Yeah, but what about your birthday? Then what?”

“Meat, potato, veg, and store bought cake with frosting that tasted like sweetened diesel fuel.”

“But you cook.”

“My dad did some, and I taught myself. Started making my own birthday cakes.”

“Marge, when we get back I’m making you my mom’s key lime pie. Special for you.”



Closed Circuit #Sixsentencestories

six sentence story copy “Ernest, what do you mean, how’s Marge and I always accidentally getting drunk when Kris is here a circuitry problem?”

“You two drink at the same pace, Nard, but you’re never at the same level as Kris, who drinks slow. But neither of you want him to have to drink alone or to feel rushed so you get another beer to finish with him; but then he finishes and sees you’re still drinking so he orders another— it’s an open loop.”

“Shit, you’re right— guess we ought to slow our pace, huh Marge?”

“I don’t think so Nard.”

When Kris arrived he wondered why he was served a glass of beer while the others got pints, but didn’t dare argue with Marge’s explanation that while they did appear to have more, sometimes more is less.


A second Six Sentence Story featuring the prompt word “circuit”. Because, as these characters know, sometimes one six-pack isn’t enough. Go to GirlieOntheEdge to link one of your own or to read more six sentence offerings. See more of these characters HERE.

Perpetual Suspension #sixsentencestories

Perpetual Suspension

How any of it got there was a mystery; nobody ever noticed it come in and certainly nobody saw any of it leave, but somehow it accrued, the yard a mass of arrested motion, a cluttered place where all manner of metal and wheeled machines had become mired and still.

In the front, right up tight to the house, a wooden boat on stands shaded the boat trailer beside it, the trailer stacked with pipes and metal rods and ductwork; a car with stiff, cracked tires and an expired plate was corralled in the driveway by a troop of rusting washers and dryers, the truck he drove having to be parked along the street, but even there seeming in some danger of being absorbed into the mushrooming still life of the quarter acre lot.

There was a narrow path winding through the accumulations by which he could circumnavigate the small house that was an atoll in a sea of overgrown shrubs and reefs of hulking metal; a ’76 Ford pickup truck, a lilac bush clawing its way through the bed, blocked entry to the back porch, which itself was bursting from floor to ceiling with boxes and old appliances. The engine block to this truck had been hanging by chains from a wooden tripod for years, and though he sometimes gave it a reassuring nod and a grunt, it came no nearer the open hood of its truck, but remained in perpetual suspension.

When one evening he was late for dinner, yet his truck parked in its usual spot on the street, a quick circuit of the property revealed that he had perhaps been inspecting that engine block, but maybe should have inspected the wooden legs of the tripod first, for he was found crushed dead where the whole thing had collapsed on him.

The first things to go were the washers and dryers, right into the dumpster that his wife had delivered and placed in the driveway quite soon after the funeral.



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Well, I’m ready for Six Sentence Stories this week. Denise at GirlieOntheEdge says the word is “circuit”. The linkup won’t be open until Wednesday but there you go. When you ready your story for participation, just write six sentences, no more, no less. (Though you might notice more semi-colons than usual)

It’s Time! You can link up HERE.