Claire’s red Audi TT screeched to a halt just as the ambulance pulled away. She rushed into her sister’s house.
“What happened to Dad?”
Ellie waved her into the kitchen.
“He saw Maggie biking her trailer full of strawberries toward town and chased her on his scooter.”
“Why would he do that?”
“Claims he loves her.”
“Ridiculous!”
“But there he was, racing along, calling her name when he smacked into her cart, fell hard onto the toppled berries, and smeared his lovelusted ego.”
Claire smiled… “He’s quite fond of the jams she makes. Perhaps he wanted to order some.”
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I wrote this piece in response to Carrot Ranch’s February 13, 2023 99-word Flash Fiction Challenge for a story about a smear of jam.
You’re great at writing these cute short stories Kate. 😊
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Thanks Amanda! 🙂
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Haha! This is fabulous!
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I’m pleased you enjoyed it and got a small chuckle from it. 🙂
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That’s such a funny story, Kate. There was a lot of red in the image I created in my mind to support it.
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Funny how Valentine’s Day can subconsciously influence our colour choices 😀
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Maybe not so ridiculous. Love comes in it’s own time, in it’s own way — sometimes even with a smear of jam! 😉❤
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Insightful feedback. Thanks Liz!
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Very cute.
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