This week, from the Carrot Ranch comes the following prompt:
March 20, 2023, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about shots fired. Where is this story taking place? Is there urgency or surprise? Who is there? What happens next? Go where the prompt leads!
The Flaming Sambucas, etc.
Little Tittweaking is home to various cocktail bars. The Hot Toddies, the Shots Fired, and the Flaming Sambucas to name three. What makes them unique is the way each turns the drinkers’ brain molten, enabling pain receptors to leave quietly to join other like minded cells. Thereafter they form anarchic analgesic cooperatives, randomly numbing the pained poor, bagpipe testers and anyone with a compulsion to listen to Leonard Cohen. Recently a petition has been raised to curtail these activities after voters were found to have been numbed to politicians’ speeches, to such an extent they began believing the promises.
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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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Oh dear. Believing the promises – that doesn’t bode well.
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Always risky.
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Definitely so.
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Able to listen to the dreary Mr Cohen, not surprised that the politicians stopped affecting them!!
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That’s brave. I feel my life span shortening exponentially if I have to sit through one of his dirges
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I agree he’s a really misery merchant…..and I know I will be sperned for admitting that 🤔🤔🤣🤣🤣
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Yep you’ll be cancelled by every miserablist
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Well that’s a plus then 😉
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Politicians have begun wearing fedoras and saying halleluiah. Too many have fallen.
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One worries that some of those fallen, rise again and add to the zombies who seek to govern
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Great book subject.
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The pained poor, bagpipe testers and anyone with a compulsion to listen to Leonard Cohen? I’m your man – Vote for ME.
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I suppose you’re part of the zombie caucus
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I can neither confirm, nor deny, that blatant lie!
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Oh no, believing the promises, oh no!
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Very rash and it won’t lead to a happy outcome
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Blimey, those must be really good shots.
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I believe, after the first three no one much cares anymore
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