Do you ever get those? Trying to fit everything into a carry-on is a challenge for me.
But of course, I write prose. Poets can pack entire lifetimes in a single suitcase. Maybe that’s why I like to practice brevity; I need to learn to pack tighter.
What I would give for a universal power cord. I’m packing at least four: one for my Kindle, another for my i-pod, yet another for my phone and of course, one for my computer.
I’m trying to limit shoes, but I’m definitely wearing my cowboy boots with the copper studs. I might regret this as I’m pulling off my boots, unpacking my computer and displaying my mini-toiletries at the security gate.
I hope my cute new jeans jacket from the thrift store is warm enough. Minnesota is entering an ice age and denim might not keep me warm, but I’m a mountain girl as well as a buckaroo so I can tough it out.
Because I’m traveling from Missoula to Denver to Minneapolis tomorrow (all to get to Menomonie, Wisconsin where my son receives his Bachelors Degree on Saturday), I’m posting the prompt early. If by chance you respond tomorrow and have no response from me in return, give me a day to catch up! I’ll be plugged in by tomorrow night.
It seems natural to offer a prompt about travel. Since I feel jittery, I’m thinking travel horror stories. I know, counter intuitive. You’d think I’d want peaceful travel stories, but when I’m feeling angst I like to crank up the music and rock the house. Come on, scare me, make me laugh, include a grizzly bear or zombie or tropical spider. Maybe the food was horrible; maybe it was the service.
May 7, 2014 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a travel horror story. Respond by noon (PST) Tuesday, May 13 to be included in the compilation. My contribution is a tightly packed suitcase version of a longer story (true) from my Elmira Pond blog: “The Big Bad Bears of Trout Creek Road.” Happy trails to you in writing this week!
Bear Bait by Charli Mills
We missed the turn-off to the dump again, taking garbage into the Cabinet Mountains. Fishing in grizzly bear country means taking precautions, not baiting bears with the stench of week-old onion peels, empty beer bottles and plastic yogurt containers.
Huckleberries distracted us from fishing. Tiny berries on puny plants; and a glob of bear hair.
As unease greased my gut, both my dogs careened downhill, screaming like banshees. This is it, I thought. Formulating a eulogy in my head for my dogs, I stumbled over berries racing to the truck only to realize:
It still held the bear bait.
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- New Flash Fiction challenge issued at Carrot Ranch each Wednesday by noon (PST).
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