I’m sorry I can’t slow down, life is short and when my brain is full, I need to empty it to make space…
Entry for this week’s Carrot Ranch 99 Word challenge:
August 2, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes a yellow tent. Where is it and who does it belong to? Think of how the color adds to the story. Go where the prompt leads.
Respond by August 7, 2018. Use the comment section below to share, read and be social. You may leave a link, pingback or story in the comments.
Reinhold Messner sought the Heights
and found his Porch
No Mansion by the Beach
or Villa in the Hills
can bargain with him
for his little Yellow Tent
on top of the Peak
No incentive of a fake Sky
from a tasteless satellite dish
can pay him to observe
electronic stars and purple rain
sprinkle down upon his Summit
The Snow is his Sand
the Tent his Castle and
the Sky his Umbrella
to protect him from
a moderate Life
The Crisp Air is his Coffee
the Moon his Bread
and the Earth his Bed
A little bonus for Deepa’s brilliant naughty entry, but I will not submit this, it’s just silly fun:
Frantically and with red cheeks (from the cold!) the Beatle and Messner tried to grab the torch at once and crawled out of the tent. As they were gentlemen, they volunteered to spend the night in a chilly igloo, so Deepa and her Yellow Flame can enjoy nature’s fireworks!
The Beatle, awoken from Messner’s talk about his feat to climb Everest without supplemental oxygen, caught his breath to switch songs and began to whistle “Dead Flowers”.
And then a sudden silence pierced the air. Messner didn’t dare, but the Beatle crawled back to the tent, and it was empty!