This week’s #carrotranch prompt is
April 8, 2021, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that “rethinks the hero.” Define the hero, comparing or contrasting to the classic definition. Break the mold. What happens to the hero in the cave? Is it epic or everyday? Is there resistance or acceptance? Go where the prompt leads!
‘That was intense.’
‘Another course, Morgan?’
‘Yeah. “Live your own hero.”’
‘Are you?’
‘Me? Not even in my own lunchtime.’
‘You’ve time.’
‘Thanks. You ever been a hero, Logan.’
‘Not knowingly. Though there was Mr Patel.’
‘Mr Patel?’
‘Ran the corner shop. Called me: “my little hero”.’
‘Why?’
‘I saved his shop from being robbed.’
‘Wow.’
‘Not really. This bloke told him to give him the till. I distracted him and Mr Patel hit him with the takings.’
‘How old were you?’
‘Seven.’
‘What did you do?’
‘Fart.’
‘That would do it. You found the hero inside yourself…’
‘Thanks.’
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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.
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A good fart can get you places! 🚶🏽♂️💨
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Only you, Geoff. I laughed out loud. Snorted even. Well done.
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It feels like that could be me
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I know a few people it could be.
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Muchos Gassy Ass!
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Ah ha. My father had a French master who had lost half his intestines to gas in the trenches. He farted often and copiously as a result. Dad said that at 13 making ‘Bloffer’ – that being a private school word for farting – James fart was seen as a rite of passage but at 43 he realised how cruel it was. So when my brother started at the school and Bloffer was still teaching dad steeled himself to apologise. As he approached the now ancient teacher dad realised that time and tide hadn’t improved his offerings and had to turn away. Cowardice in the face of a challenging enemy, dad oft times regretted he couldn’t find the hero.
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A very good distraction, Geoff.
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What a stinker …..
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Excellent, Geoff. A fart by any other name is still a distraction.
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That was funny!
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Upon second reading, I’m suspicious about what was intense!
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An entertaining story. Goes to show you that heroes come in all shapes and sizes … and smells.
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