It has been a while since we had the benefits of those two modern Day Incarnations of Wittgenstein and Kant, Mills and Hobbs, Descartes and…
….Morgan and Logan. But the Carrot Ranch is back prompting, so well, we will have to see how they are getting on. This week, we revisit a universal truth known to all children: they must have been adopted, because the alternative is too awful to contemplate.
‘Mum’s left Dad.’
‘He came back from that Jazz festival, turned all the lights on, got all frisky…’
‘Right? She asks what’s up, he says he’s high…’
‘Your dad!? How’d that happen?’
‘One chap brought cake. Dad asks what is it. According to Dad the guy said they’re not brownies but Dad had a bite, insisted they were and had six. Larry, Dad’s mate checks. They guy actually said “They’re pot brownies” by which time Dad’s on his way to light Mum’s fire.’
‘Sounds like you’ll have a sibling come spring…’
‘Or they’ll divorce…’
November 1, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about a festival of lights. It can be any holiday, event or moment. Express the hope of light over darkness. Or use it to highlight injustice. Go where the prompt leads.