This week’s #99wordstories prompt at the Carrot Ranch is
September 19, 2022, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about mud on the tires. The tires can be from any conveyance or serve as an analogy. How did they get muddy and why? What impact does mud on the tires have on the story (plot) or characters (motivation)? Go where the prompt leads!
Internally Combustive
From three, Sandy Mudd wanted to be a car mechanic. He re-sparked plugs and dipped sticks until everyone said he’d surely be the youngest ever winner of the Total Spanner award. His ambition to join Little Tittweaking’s star team at The Greased Monkey, was set back when he displayed his supersized big end during a speed-dating event at the Compost and Rot for which he was temporarily banned. Sadly, his exceptional dexterity when nipple greasing Penny Forthem’s open top failed to help and anyone asking as to his whereabouts was always answered with ‘Mudd’s on the tyres.
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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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Very clever, and funny, as usual, Geoff.
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It happens when one’s ego becomes over inflated!
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So Penny drove a convertible, eh?
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Haha! Thanks for the morning smile!
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So funny Geoff.
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The Compost and Rot sounds like my kind of pub.
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It does have an olde worlde ambience, rather like an unventilated morgue
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Wonderful, Geoff. I love the nipple greasing of Penny Fortham’s open top. Gave me a giggle.
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When I did a car maintenance evening class (when did evening classes cease to be a thing?) nipple greasing was one of those tasks that didn’t fail to lower the tone…
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