The boys are still trying to reach the Ranch but things go haywire when Morgan has a nightmare…
‘Morgan! Morgan! Are you alright?
‘Wha…? Bloody hell, that was weird.’
‘You were screaming something.’
‘I think it was eating those cheese straws last thing. We had a huge fight.’
‘What about?’
‘What we should wear when we get to the Ranch.’
‘Seriously?’
‘Oh yes. I said jeans. You said a pin-striped suit and spats.’
‘Jeans?’
‘We fought. You died.’
‘Blimey.’
‘I was found guilty of murder, you of a crime of fashion.’
‘What was the sentence?.’
‘Since you’d got death, I got life.’
‘They threw away the key?’
‘They said I’d suffered enough and let me go.’
This was written in response to this week’s prompt at the Carrot Ranch
June 25, 2020, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story with the phrase, “I got life.” It can be told from any point of view. What meaning does it lend to your story? Go where the prompt leads!
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I swear they are an old married couple!
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They don’t realise it but that’s so true
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I think they would be horrified if anyone told them 💜💜💜🤣🤣🤣
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Ha, ha! Just a nightmare, not a premonition. Tell the boys to slow down on the cheese curds before bed. And you know, my Great Uncle Fred was a dapper cowboy — he had flower tooled cowboy boots with a high heel and a turquoise western pantsuit. Aunt Myrtle slicked his hair and trimmed his nails. He was fussy, but could ride a horse in style!
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I guess in these more liberal days he might have self identified as a pony…
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Hahaha!
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