The Cat and the Fiddle
The new hire was twirling his lariat even as he stepped down from his pickup. Tom forgot his sulking and watched, enchanted. The loop drifted soft and slow like a summer cloud over Tom’s grinning dad, began to settle over his sister, who was swoony at the prospect. Then the loop shifted direction and as steadily as the smile leaving Liza’s face, ensnared Tom.
“Hey diddle diddle. Lassoed a cowboy.” As he freed Tom they held each other’s gaze.
“Dad reckons I might learn from you.”
Liza sulked more than a little. Tom was over the moon.
That was the 99-word piece inspired by the 2020 Rodeo Tuff Contest at Carrot Ranch. As a final piece the romantic tale was supposed to include an eerily out of place prop, but I did not bring that element in. This week the December 17, 2020, prompt at Carrot Ranch is: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that features stilettos. Who will wear them and why? Go where the prompt leads!
And the Dish Ran Away With the Spoon
Poised proud on the dashboard, they shone through the windshield.
“Shouldn’t you return those shoes to whoever left them in your truck?” Liza was chastising but also hopeful to get the sparkly gold stilettos as a consolation prize. Tom’s dad, still oblivious, also chastised the young man.
“It’s a might unseemly, keeping trophies out in plain view like that.”
“Yessir,” and he gathered the stilettos in one hand, pulled his scruffy duffle bag from the front seat with the other. “But they’re no trophy. They’re mine.”
Tom studied his own dusty work boots, as if for the first time.