This week’s flash fiction challenge over at Carrot Ranch is to feature a bucket of water. In 99 words, no more, no less, write a short story or poem using a bucket of water as your prompt.
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Quick, quick, I yelled.
Where’s the bucket? Asked my son
It’s down in the basement by the washing machine.
Please just hurry up!
A candle that I’d left unattended for a few minutes had tipped over on the nightstand in my bedroom and had started a fire while landing on a book. All I could think was I could easily put it out before it spread.
Damn, I should have run and got the bucket of water myself.
Here, mom, I’ll toss the water on the fire for you.
Thank God it worked, just leaving an awful smoky smell.
Yikes! …This is an awesome take on the prompt though Susan.
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Thanks so much!
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My dad fell asleep holding a lit cigarette once. It was years ago, and their bedroom still has a smoky smell. That could also be because he smoked forever.
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I remember my dad falling asleep in his chair watching tv and the ash being so long Fortunatly he never set fire to anything. .
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Smoking dads… (Head shake.)
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Scary thought isn’t it.
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Yes it is. A similar thing happened to me when I was a teenager. But the outcome was much worse.
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Scary scene–is this fiction, or true?
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Flash Fiction.
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Good to know 🙂
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Yea, we should always keep a bucket of water to hand. But not to throw over a fire; much safer to plunge a towel into it and then smother the fire with wet towel. 🙂
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Or a bucket of sand. 🙂
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Sand, that’s better. 🙂
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