Quarry Quandary

Charli Mills’ January 19th Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge was to write a 99 word (no more, no less) story about a quarry.  As always, Charli suggests we go where the prompt leads us, and this is where it led me.


“Mom, you’ll never guess what happened!” Emma ran into the kitchen, the back door banging shut behind her.  

“There were cop cars at the quarry today. Simply everywhere! I know you told me I shouldn’t ever go there, but I just KNEW I had to have a look.  I’ve been LONGING to do this ever since Joey told me there were ghosts there. It was SO exciting Mom. I even helped the police,” she said holding up a bundle of fur.

“See, I rescued the dead man’s puppy. The officer said I could keep him. I can, can’t I?”

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  1. Your flash captures that rush and tumble of words from an excited child who doesn’t take a breath to consider all that happened! A forbidden dangerous place, police, a dead man — certainly those are forgivable in the presence of a cute and orphaned puppy. 🙂

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      1. Yes! I recall a kitten the neighborhood teens found back when we lived in a small Montana town. One of them babysat for me when I had to get to class before Todd returned home from logging. They figured I would take the rescued kitten in, and I did. They named the kitty, Princess, but turned out to be a prince!


        1. So it was a Prince Charming who enraptured everyone’s heart strings! That’s sweet. He had a good home with you – and that, I know for sure.


    1. Speechless. That’s what my first reaction would be as a Mother, trying to take in all that my daughter had done. I left the Mothers reaction out of the story (99 words was a convenient restriction in this case), so every reader who has been or is a parent can imagine or feel their own response. I’m sure they’d be all over the map! How would you react?

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