‘What now, Morgan?’
‘My brother. He said we used to scrap all the time while all I remember is being told we got into scrapes.’
‘It’s possible you did both.’
‘You’re sitting on the fence again.’
‘No, look. You scrap with each other but together you get into scrape.’
‘I suppose. We did both sometimes.’
‘Wadya mean?’
‘When mum made a cake she’d let us fight for the bit of cake-mix in the bottom of the bowl.’
‘Ah, you’d scrape the scraps.’
‘Yep and then we’d scrap for the scrapes.’
‘I preferred cake-mix to cake.’
‘Me too. Weird huh?’
November 15, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that uses scraps. It can be scraps of dried flowers, paper, metal, fabric, food — any kind of scraps you can think of. Then write a story about those scraps and why they matter or what they make. Go where the prompt leads you.
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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.
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I remember those cake scrape scraps…
Now my kids actively take part!
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Great wordplay in your flash today, Geoff. I scrapped with people twice my size to earn the right to scrape the bowl. And I won, too!
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I bet you did Molly!
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A well spun spare tale of sparring for spoons for there’s nothing better than batter.
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Ha. I bow to the master alliterator
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I remember my children scrapping for the scrapes, elbowing their way into the cake bowl. Fun take on the prompt from our resident fence sitters.
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Love it, Geoff. I was thinking of those scraps and scrapes too but, fortunately, I didn’t go there. You’ve done it much better. As always, you’re very punny. 🙂
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Dreadful. Such weak humour!
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Yours is fine! 🙂
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