Home Sweet Home #carrotranch #flashfiction

What a curious prompt? The little yellow tent.

August 2, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes a yellow tent. Where is it and who does it belong to? Think of how the color adds to the story. Go where the prompt leads.

Back in college, I had little money and, as my third year ended, two ambitions. To get a job which was an increasingly fraught process and to cement my nascent relationship with the Textiliste.

So far as the former was concerned, I drew blank after blank. I’d pretty much given up hope as I waited for the results of my exams to see what class of degree I had been awarded.

But  for the latter goal my plans were looking pretty good. The dashing young student accepted my suggestion that we pack our rucksacks, catch the Fishguard to Rosslare ferry and hitch our way around the southern coast of Ireland. Our home for those two weeks would be a little yellow tent.

We visited Cork where I embarrassed myself by failing to understand a bus conductor’s accented English, we were picked up by a elderly German couple in  Merc who wanted to know the details of our sex life and we had dinner in a caravan overlooking Bantry Bay, the only place that didn’t have flesh eating  mozzies. We learnt early that as soon as the sun hit the nylon sides of the tent you got out because the heat was intolerable, but as soon  as the sun went down or the shadows covered the tent, it was perfect.

Over the next several years we took it to Jersey and Guernsey and the Isle of Wight. I suppose, eventually, it fell apart or we earned enough to pay for the odd B&B but, for sure, it’s no longer with us. I hope it’s been recycled somewhere….

Heres my flash…

‘Logan, what are you doing?’

‘Trying… what a stupid idea to use this tent.’

‘Why? It’s fine…’

‘It’s so small I can’t even fart…’

‘That’s one blessing. Anyway, you’ve happily spent hours crushed with 100,000 strangers by the main stage, dancing to Metallica…’

‘I didn’t know them. I know you.’

‘Surely it’s the other way round?’

‘No… is that what I think is sticking in my leg?’

‘My elbow.’

‘On the tube, if a stranger stinks, elbows me, I get off. Here, I’m stuck with you.’

‘I don’t smell. Do I?’

‘No Morgan. Are you sure that’s your elbow?’

PS. The good news, when we returned from Ireland was I had a job offer and, after a sweaty couple of days, I secured a far better degree than seemed likely. Maybe that tent was a lucky omen?

PPS some years ago the Lawyer was part investor in an extraordinary festival tent…

He never had any problem finding it in a camp site…

About TanGental

My name is Geoff Le Pard. Once I was a lawyer; now I am a writer. I've published several books: a four book series following Harry Spittle as he grows from hapless student to hapless partner in a London law firm; four others in different genres; a book of poetry; four anthologies of short fiction; and a memoir of my mother. I have several more in the pipeline. I have been blogging regularly since 2014, on topic as diverse as: poetry based on famous poems; memories from my life; my garden; my dog; a whole variety of short fiction; my attempts at baking and food; travel and the consequent disasters; theatre, film and book reviews; and the occasional thought piece. Mostly it is whatever takes my fancy. I avoid politics, mostly, and religion, always. I don't mean to upset anyone but if I do, well, sorry and I suggest you go elsewhere. These are my thoughts and no one else is to blame. If you want to nab anything I post, please acknowledge where it came from.
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14 Responses to Home Sweet Home #carrotranch #flashfiction

  1. Ritu says:

    HA! Great flash! And I love that Tube tent!
    I’m not much of a camper (The D of E awards found me ina tent where a sheep wandered in, and we walked off the map, adding an extra 5 miles to our planned 10 mile hike!) but I do have a pop up tent for the kids to use in the garden…it tends to stay popped up though and I can’t collapse it!!!

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  2. willowdot21 says:

    Bloody Logan and Morgan need their heads banding together! The trip round Ireland sounds great! … The rest as they say is history! The lawyer’s a flash lad , sensible too no matter how pissed he’d always find that tent! ⛺

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  3. Charli Mills says:

    Oh, the stories the little yellow tent could tell! We seem to have acquired several tents over the years but were always missing poles or stakes when we took the kids camping. So I recall all the make-shift solutions. Metallica? Did these two wander into the wrong concert? Might be more to Logan and Morgan, and that elbow!

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  4. Haha! This made me laugh, Geoff. I am not one to sleep in a tent, so the prospect of hitchhiking and making the yellow tent my home, makes me shudder! But it would make or break a friendship, I expect.

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  5. Norah says:

    I love the real story of your little yellow tent. I’m sure it would have many more stories to tell!
    Your two in the tent – I don’t envy either of them. 🙂
    The Lawyer’s tent is getting closer to something I might agree to.

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