‘How did the date go, Morgan?’
‘It was what my old gran would have called a curate’s egg.’
‘What did you do, Morgan?’
‘Ate a banana.’
‘Come again?’
‘We went to the Peking Paradise…’
‘Classy.’
‘Shut up Logan. Then the Bricklayers…’
‘Ever the romantic…’
‘I’m going…’
‘Sorry.’
‘Back to mine. Low lights, smoochy music…’
‘And the banana? Did you do something inappropriate with it?’
‘I made us drinks and felt peckish so I ate the banana. Then we kissed, she went all weird, couldn’t breathe. Turns out she’s highly allergic. I had to call an ambulance.’
‘Only you, mate.’
This was written in response to Charli Mills’ Carrot Ranch prompt
February 14, 2019, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about valentines. It can be Valentine’s Day, the exchange, love for another, romance, or friendship. Have a heart and go where the prompt leads!
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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.
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She has to be allergic!
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Ha ha ha. Can he blame the banana rather than his bad hygene
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I think he should…
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Very funny, Geoff. Just imagine …
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I always am, Robbie, and look where it gets me…
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HAHA! Oh dear, what a disaster! 🙂
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So often so true…
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When I read the title and then the word banana I immediately remembered the lessons given to my college students about how to use a contraceptive on a banana. Certainly that was a passion killer too.
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Now there’s an image. In the UK the legume du jour was the carrot. Seeing Miss Donaldson (who was more Herr Oberleutenant that Miss) unfurl a strawberry tickler on a once Favourite root vegetable did more to encourage teenage abstinence than any number of STD threats.
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I felt the same way!
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Haha! I didn’t expect that ending, Geoff. Made me laugh.
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Never trust yellow fruit.
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Death by banana hey? I once knew a guy horribly allergic to strawberries. I almost killed him!
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How can that be. Well apart from inside the minds of Python.
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Yup, only you mate .😜
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I guess no one else went the killer banana route then?
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Na! You are in a class of your own 😜💜
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A class of one huh? Maybe that’s the safest place…
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Yes especially for us ….. No only joking your works are an inspiration 🤭
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Aw too too lovely
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💜
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Good one, Geoff. What a way to end a romantic evening. 🙂
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A killer punch (other fruit cocktails are available)
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Hehehe.
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🙂
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Aw…😂
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