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Since Mause came to live with us, I keep the Unicorn Room closed. She likes to beleaguer the unicorns. When I open the door, the smell of smoked herbs releases endorphins; my mind readies to meditate. I’ve learned to establish daily rituals around my creativity, writing, and self-care. Ritual can be anything from sitting with a devotional and mug of hot coffee to smudging the four directions to walking with the rising sun. It’s simply any process you repeat to connect inward before going outward into your day. The seasons change our rituals, as do the days of the week.

We writers are multidimensional beings.

The Unicorn Room is sacred space. The kind any seven-year-old girl would love and feel safe. When I was a child and didn’t feel safe, I often hid in closets. Even today, I love to hunker into a down sleeping bag and tuck my head inside. As an adult, I’ve craved my own space which I carved out in strange ways, sharing space with family and critters — my end of the couch next to a bookshelf where I could set a cup of tea and store my writing journals; my side of the bedroom kept neat and tidy with inspirational art; the kitchen where food becomes art and love.

My home on Roberts Street has a room for me. The walls are shell-pink, a lavender shag rug covers the hardwood floor, purple script encourages me to “Read, Dream, Write, Breathe, and Play,” and a bookshelf holds my collection of rocks. One wall is dedicated to planning novels, and tapestries and a unicorn quilt decorate the remainder. I like to smudge, play meditative music, and sit on my purple meditation pillow. I use the Calm app to meditate. From where I sit and breathe, I can contemplate my W-story board with goals and progress and my giant vision board that shows character arc and plot. A single tall window with a gauze turquoise curtain allows light and air. Best of all, I can close the door.

Mause joins me in meditating. Every morning, when I rise I set the kettle to boil. I prepare a cup of hot lemon water with a pinch of chipotle, a dab of honey, and a teaspoon of dried elderberry. It’s my morning anti-Covid cocktail based on an anti-viral health tonic. I have no proof it works, but it cleans my kidneys and offers a dose of immunity support. Not to mention, it’s tasty. At the same time, I brew a press pot of coffee and let it steep while I go to the Unicorn Room with a puppy fast on my heels.

Usually, said puppy barks at me when I smudge. When I last walked with the People of the Heart Water Walkers, we took turns smudging each other. If someone felt frustrated, another would say, “Burn the sage!” The smell reminds me of the West where I rode my horse as a kid. Sagebrush is a part of me. But I’m also aware that the popularity of sage smudging raises ethical issues of use. I only burn that which is gifted to me from those who grow it or traditionally harvest it as medicine. This year I will grow my own smudge sticks from garden herbs. No matter the smoke, Mause barks. She’d be a pain if I chain-smoked!

My latest meditation essentials include a jar of chewy puppy treats, a clicker, a small puppy chew, and a rope carrot. If you want to test your ability to relax under any conditions, meditate with a puppy. With the treats and clicker, I’ve taught Mause, “Downward Dog.” She collapses across my legs or lap. I make her “Wait… wait… wait…,” taking deep breaths each command. Eventually, she settles down and by the time I get to my Daily Calm, she’s either out like a light or out the door.

My writing rituals include clearing my desk, filling my water bottle with cold tap, and looking at my weekly calendar with tasks, goals, and small steps. By the time I turn on my computer, I’m sucked into a vortex like a portal to another world. Mause is my anchor to the real world. Puppies don’t let you venture far without them. But she does like to curl up on my chest — a difficult feat as she now weighs 25 pounds and stretches out three feet — and listen to my heart. In a Covid world, I’m grateful for the warm snuggle.

A friend of mine makes ritual of coffee every morning. Another sits with her prayer list. My next door neighbor used to be a postal carrier, and he follows the ritual of a morning walk. Rituals can form habits. And writers need habits to create, process, draft and revise. It’s too easy to put off writing when our brains feel like pea soup. We cultivate small increments and squirrel away safe spaces so that we can come to it every day. We make it a ritual so we easily fall into the pattern of use.

On my way out of the Unicorn Room this morning, I tinkered with my poetry board, words on magnets. One phrase caught me — “deep wishes.” I an instant I followed a storm of dandelion seeds and swooshed below the earth’s crust in an ore cart to a crystalline cave. I thought I’d see where writers would dive with the phrase.

March 11, 2021, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about deep wishes. Where is the deep — in the sky, the ground, or outer space? What kind of wishes reside there for whom and why? Go where the prompt leads!

Respond by March 16, 2021. Use the comment section below to share, read, and be social. You may leave a link, pingback, or story in the comments. If you want to be published in the weekly collection, please use the form.  Rules & Guidelines.

Waiting to Rise by Charli Mills

Lake Superior doesn’t freeze flat like a pond. She’s a non-conformist to the ways of domesticated bodies of water. Into the night, she goes screaming, waves punching with each yell. She thrashes, her hips undulating with deep wishes unfulfilled. When they force her into cold compliance, she fights back. The shock of winter marriage doesn’t smooth her wild edges. Ice grabs hold, insistent, freezing her shoreline, paralyzing her economy. She plunges deep and draws her strength, cracking the façade they give her. Ice fractures over and over. Wishes caught and released, shared among women waiting their turn to rise.

🥕🥕🥕


140 Comments

  1. Your beautiful words reminded me first of Virginia Wolf’s A Room of One’s Own. Then I stumbled on ‘smudge’ as a verb, so thanks for your link. I had never heard of that. I have a sage bush which Mr A has radically pruned recently. Wondering if I should’ve smoked the trimmings, except they’re green.

    Beautiful FF. Love where it takes us, and a second reading shows the essence of that is there from the start. I’ll be back later with mine.

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  2. My contribution for this week. It’s your fault, Charli. You keep saying ‘go where the prompt leads’. 😉

    Knee-deep

    ‘Knee-deep, Mr. Easybean Green.’
    ‘And knee-deep to you, Mr. Phileas Frog.’
    ‘Why do we keep saying ‘knee-deep’? What’s wrong with ‘fathoms-deep’ or ‘space deep’ or ‘meaning deep’?’
    ‘Phileas, have you been at the crème de menthe again?’
    ‘No, Easybean. I’ve been studying etymology.’
    ‘Well, Phileas, studying entomology is very important for us amphibians. That’s what I call real brain food. Geddit. Brain food.’
    ‘Yes, I get it, Easybean, unfortunately. I’m talking about the origins of words.’
    ‘Well, I guess we’ve got knees and we’re deep thinkers. Seems logical to me.’
    ‘About as logical as anything else, Mr. Easybean Green.’

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  3. […] dialed the clinic to ask for the result of her diagnosis. The above is my response to this week’s Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge. The prompt is to write a story of 99 words about deep wishes. Thank you, Charli, for giving us the […]

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  4. nightlake says:

    Hi Charli, Hope you are doing well. Yours was a brilliant story with deep meaning. Please find my response to the prompt below:

    https://call2read.com/2021/03/12/flash-fiction-challenge-before-the-call/

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  5. You make hot water and put elderberries in it… That’s elderberry tea, the name of my blog 😛 (My blog and I approve 😉 )

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  6. ellenbest24 says:

    Someone close once told me how he woke to four women smudging him in his home. He had been working three days and nights solid, and fell asleep in the chair. Undercover work is exhausting. His (now,ex) wife had him smudged where he slept. He woke up coughing and said he felt like a coven of witches had broke in … Alfred Hitchcok style 😂😁 As usual I enjoyed your flash very much. Those waves came to life.

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  7. […] in with the March 11, 2021, prompt from Carrot Ranch: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about deep wishes. Where is the deep — in the […]

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  8. This began as a décima (10 lines, 8 syllables each, ABBAACCDDC) until I had to add 6 lines for 39 more words.

    “Colors of Fortune”

    lazurite pulse from deep within

    night sky, star spilt, light seeping through

    deep wishes are this shade of blue

    in sleek watery hues they swim;

    yellow sunlight stirs blue, spins

    absorbed by earth, emerges green

    deep wishes are what colors spring;

    shoots starring snow-melt packed leaf ground

    deep wishes are this soft hewed brown

    deep wishes are seeds sown unseen;

    who’s the sower? we cannot know

    but through the wisdom of a child

    who knows deep wishes just grow wild

    roots in earth, airy seeds that blow;

    free to harvest with good reason

    deep wishes bloom in all seasons.

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  9. […] Carrot Ranch March 11March 11, 2021, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about deep wishes. Where is the deep — in the sky, the ground, or outer space? What kind of wishes reside there for whom and why? Go where the prompt leads! Respond by March 16, 2021 […]

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  10. Jules says:

    Dear Charli,

    There is so much each individual goes through. We can only hope to gain knowledge and strength from our inner resources as well as our communities. I am not all that familiar with waters of lakes. More so oceans and creeks. Still though I think nature is a force that tumbles over itself, without that much help from humankind.

    Here’s my Yearning…

    Deep wish?

    to know a loved one
    who left too early; no one
    told any stories…

    Visionary wish.

    to relive perhaps
    that one, only memory;
    their calm loving touch

    Improbable wish.

    to hear their soft voice
    of reassurance; that they
    thought was limitless…

    One cannot rewrite history without changing the direction of several other futures.
    Reality outweighs wishes. That is just the way of it.
    So for the things that cannot be changed presently…Imagination will have to suffice.
    Whatever that great beyond may hold, one must just have patience.
    Faith? Divergent thinking? One night where there are no nightmares.

    ©JP/dh

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  11. denmaniacs4 says:

    Just in case anyone confuses Bottomless Biddings with Joe Biden, I am not responsible…

    Bottomless Biddings

    Bill Engleson

    The country had put much stock in the ability of Bottomless Biddings to right the course, to write the Nations next chapter.

    “But he is so ancient,” some said. “On occasion, he seems lost in the past. How can we expect him to anticipate the future?”

    But others, those who appreciated the wisdom that age imparted, could impart if the stars had aligned, if life and its many trials had allowed the correct mix of struggle and solemnity, of joy and jest, said, “he will take us to where we need to be. Give it time.”

    And they did.

    http://www.engleson.ca

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  12. […] Mill’s Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Prompt this […]

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  13. Ritu says:

    I’m looking forward to making my own ‘unicorn room’, soon enough, Charli!
    Here’s my link:
    https://butismileanyway.com/2021/03/12/march-11-flash-fiction-challenge-deep-wishes/

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  14. Great story. but My unicorn room contains dragons. The same yet different

    Laugh, and make the world a brighter place

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  15. Jim Borden says:

    I’m a big fan of routines as well; especially morning ones…

    that is quite an accomplishment to meditate with your puppy 🙂

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  16. Love the idea of a Unicorn Room. Everyone needs his or her own Unicorn Room. 🙂 Good to hear you are consistently practicing self-care rituals and carving out space/time.

    (Side note: I am so sad about the white sage. I’ve been using it since I was sixteen years old. It’s a part of my life and this, obviously, gives me pause.)

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    • Charli Mills says:

      Everyone needs a Unicorn Room, Sarah! Yes, we need to practice self-care. Small, daily rituals. Tea time, and such.

      Smudging is sacred and part of petitions for some Indigenous groups. Smoke cleansing or clearing is global. Even Catholics burn incense during certain high masses and anyone who is taught Reiki burns Nag Champa though that smudge comes from India, not Japan (where Reiki originates). My maternal line has smudged herbs, and secretly because it was considered “witchy.” There’s so much cultural expression, suppression, and appropriation wrapped up in burning white sage.

      I’m mindful of letting white sage be sacred to those Indigenous to where it grows. Like many women of western European descent, I feel a loss of my own culture. I know my women were healers through my mother’s line but the memories are so fragmented in the passing from one grandmother to the next I’m uncertain what to own. I find great comfort and connection to my American Indigenous sisters of the heart in this song:

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      • True. Cleansing with smoke is widespread/universal. It’s part of many religions and cultures. I’ve been using Nag Champa, also, for over 20 years. It’s probably my favorite incense. I guess a lot of these practices, whether Eastern or Western, religious or ceremonial, have become commonplace among people who aren’t part of that religion or culture.

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      • I can’t seem get the video to play.

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      • Charli and Sarah, I use sage incense for special events. I also have temple incense for Buddha that I burn. I didn’t know about the sage either. I’ve found that the ringing of a bell (3 times) clears negative energy. We’re all lightworkers and our awakening has begun. I find it interesting how we all find each other. ❤

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      • I do love that we find each other, Colleen. (I also use bells, cymbals, and singing bowls for clearing.) Sister lightworker. 💖

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      • Charli Mills says:

        Sarah, and Colleen, Google Lyla June Mamawlad. It’s worth tracking down this video if it’s not playing here. This video will grip you, heal you, empower you. It explains our loss. We are survivors of women burned at the stake for holding the earth in their hands …”these were Europe’s healers. We descend from healers. This old heart of mine weeps…” Our ceremonies went up in flames. We are reclaiming who we are. “Feeling is healing…this is where we remember their names.”

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      • That is beautiful. I will definitely look her up. Thanks!

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  17. Norah says:

    Those are quite some rituals you have established, Charli. I’m so pleased they work for you. You certainly do some beautiful writing afterwards. I love the sound of your unicorn room. Unicorns are for imagination and magic and letting both fly free. Deep wishes is such a great prompt and I really appreciate the strength of the feminist message in your response and the video you have shared here with Sarah. I am not familiar with the practice of smudging but I have experienced the burning of incense in Catholic rituals, and incense burned in ‘alternative’ stores here.

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    • Norah says:

      I’m back with my story. I hope you enjoy it – perhaps more shallow than deep. https://norahcolvin.com/2021/03/16/deep-wishes-flashfiction/

      Something Else
      His eyes were as round as the cookie. He shuffled on his seat. His fingers twitched. They slow-walked to the plate and he quickly drew them back. His head bent low over the cookie. He inhaled. Deep. Long. No rule against that. He checked for dislodged crumbs. None. He sighed. The door handle rattled. He sat upright, shoved his hands beneath his buttocks and looked at the ceiling.
      “You resisted,” said the examiner.
      He nodded.
      “Not even a crumb?’
      He shook his head.
      “Then you may have two cookies.”
      “Can I have something else, please? I don’t like chocolate.”

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    • Charli Mills says:

      Unicorns are comforting, too as I’m recalling Marnie’s. Oh, what are your alternative stores like, Norah? Besides smoky with incense, lol! I’m glad you listened to Lyla June. It definitely resonates with something deep. I love your flash and its delayed gratification. Or perhaps the resistance was easy due to the subject’s tastes!

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      • Norah says:

        The ‘alternative’ stores I was talking about are just the new age incense-burning hippie-type stores. It’s good to have different options and lifestyles available. I’m pleased you enjoyed the flash. It was fun to write.
        I wonder how Marnie is doing. I haven’t heard from her for a while. I hope that means she’s settled. 😉

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      • Charli Mills says:

        Those hippie stores can be fun — often they sell rocks!

        I hope Marnie is having a good life, having faced and resolved earlier issues. ❤

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  18. Diggin’ Deep

    “What’s up, Kid?”
    “Wishin’ I had a story, Shorty. Comin’ up dry fer this prompt.”
    “Here’s a story. D’ya know why that old mine is boarded up?”
    “Reckon ta keep folks away from yer gold.”
    “Ha! Kid, by now ya must know the real gold is right here fer all the ranchers an’ readers ta share. It shines in the comments an’ glitters in the roundup.”
    “Yep.”
    “But was a time a shallow feller’s most fervent wish was fer mineral wealth. Was him that dug that mine. Deeper an’ deeper he dug, fer what he found wasn’t never enough.”
    ***
    “Ever wish ya had more’n 99 words, Shorty?”
    “Ya wanna hear the story, you’ll shush Kid…
    That feller kept burrowin’ further inta the mountainside, till one day he stumbled an’ fell inta a deep chasm. Lights out.”
    “He died?!”
    “No, jist his lantern. He come ta rest at rock bottom, engulfed in complete and utter dark.”
    “Bet he sure wished ta git outa there.”
    “Yep. Gittin’ out become his deepest wish, ta see the light a day, never mind ‘bout gold. Was then they appeared.”
    “Who?!”
    “Chapfaeries. Led him through a side tunnel, come out at our carrot patch.”

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  19. jgard3 says:

    Thanks for writing this. I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how writing requires space, not just physical space, but emotional, psychological, and spiritual as well. You’ve captured this concept beautifully.

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  20. suespitulnik says:

    Hi Charli,

    I can almost hear Mause’s toenails on the floor. What a wonderful buddy you have.
    We can buy smudge sticks at the big public market on Saturdays but I’ve not tried any. Maybe I should.
    Deep wishes took me inward to the things I have washed for and wished to forget. We’ll let my characters share theirs….

    Tessa’s Lament

    My ex didn’t need me
    He made that perfectly clear
    Home I came to help the folks
    But in reality, they help me
    My children are grown
    The oldest chose to move here
    Closeness she desires
    And a grandmother for Emma
    But they would be fine without me
    I thought Michael needed a helpmate
    But he’s so damn self-sufficient
    He helps others in need
    The Homefront Warriors welcomed me
    But I’m just another voice
    And set of understanding ears
    PTSD? for a military wife
    Nah. Someone please help me
    Rejoice in being wanted
    Compared to being needed

    ***

    Hidden Guilt

    The battered senior prom picture Michael sequesters in his wallet comes to light when he suffers alone. Staring at it, he remembers; standing tall on legs, twirling Tessa in her sparkly white dress, donning the crown of the elected high school king in love with the queen. He burrows it back into its cave and looks to the sky; his faith is his strength. He prays to be free from the guilt for the wheelchair he uses, the job he can no longer do, and not being thankful enough. He is driven to hide the pain while helping others.

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    • What a look into your characters! They’re growing, fuller and realer by the week, faster even than a puglet or a puppy.

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    • Charli Mills says:

      Hi Sue! Mause is a sweet buddy. She discovered my orbicular jasper this morning and played with the rock all day. She’s a rock hound! I find the smudging claiming, but it also might be because I meditate after I smudge. 😉

      You bring up another dimension I hadn’t considered — things we wished didn’t happen. I love how you juxtapose the ideas, using Tessa and Michael’s perspectives. The pain each feels is isolating even though they do well to build up each other in their relationship. Your writing on the topic is real.

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  21. Jennie says:

    Your posts are are a warm blanket and a great adventure, together.

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  22. […] March 11, 2021, Carrot Ranch flash fiction prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about deep wishes. Where is the deep — in the […]

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  23. Charli, that was a brilliant piece of flash you wrote. I hope things are settling down for you a bit. Here’s my story:

    Where the Deep Wishes Go

    Sally gazed into the watery darkness of the well. As if reciting a prayer, she whispered with reverence, “This is where the deep wishes go.”

    Her smaller sister Elizabeth asked, “Do we say it now?”

    “Not yet. When we see the moon slip inside the well, then we say it.”

    At dusk, the white sphere ascended into the sky. A hazy shape reflected in the inky depths of the well. Beyond the shadows from the trees, musket fire sparkled against the sky.

    Sally and Elizabeth joined hands. “Please grant our wish and bring our father home safe to us.”

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  24. […] Carrot Ranch Prompt (03/11/2021): In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about deep wishes. Where is the deep — in the sky, the ground, or outer space? What kind of wishes reside there for whom and why? Go where the prompt leads! […]

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  25. Liz H says:

    Here’s my effort:

    Wishing Well

    The woods were deep, the path mostly overgrown since the last time she’d padded, barefoot and shining, to find the well. Lost and despairing, Myrna lifted her eyes to the liquid warble and slash of fiery red high above. [Continue ]

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  26. […] by this prompt from the Carrot Ranch Literary Community: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about deep […]

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  27. I ended up doing poetry for a change. Keeping it to 99 words while (mostly) maintaining a rhythm was an interesting challenge.

    https://elderberrytea.wordpress.com/2021/03/14/the-wishing-well/

    The Wishing Well

    Clara ran through the garden gate
    Rushing around the grand estate
    Looking for a good game to play,
    Something new to do that day,
    When down and down she fell
    Deep down into the wishing well.
    She thought she’d fall into the water
    And become a stranded daughter,
    But she floated in a cloud of wishes
    Where a variety of delightful riches
    Swirled everywhere around her
    That promised fun and pleasure.
    With a quick flick of her hand
    They nicely followed her command.
    She sent them all back up the well
    Not realizing the limits of the magic spell.

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  28. […] March 11 Flash Fiction Challenge […]

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  29. Hello Charli, my first 99 flash fiction piece in a while, I was busy with other projects, and glad to be back at Carrot Ranch. Hope you’re doing well. https://robertkirkendall.com/2021/03/15/99-word-prompt-deep-wishes/

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  30. (The Piglet and the PL get roped in to save Pal)

    “Kid, why’s it me tellin’ stories?”
    “Jeez, Shorty. Says up there, ‘member? I got nuthin’.”
    “No, I mean, where’s Pal at?”
    “Dunno. Went off somewheres mutterin’ ‘bout deep wishes. But look, here comes my puglet. What’s that Curly? Pal’s fell inta the well? No? Squeal agin? Pal’s fell inta the ol’ mine shaft? We’re comin’ Curly, take us ta Pal!”
    “Look! The Poet Lariat!”

    Hey Pal, grab this rope
    ya slipped down a real steep slope
    out here huntin’ fer a deep wish
    gotta haul ya up like a slimy ol’ fish.

    “Wish ya’d jist pull me up already.”

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  31. Ann Edall-Robson says:

    Calming Whisper
    By Ann Edall-Robson

    For a moment the corral silhouettes the full moon trailing over the black morning sky. There’s yet to be daylight’s fire on the Eastern horizon to waken the day. It will come in time, but for now, it’s anticipation. A cool breeze shuffles through the trees, in one truck window, out the other, lifting the notes of the wolf’s song. Eerie calls echoing against the canyon walls and penetrating the predawn mist. A shiver slides down my back, into my soul, speaking to me. There‘s a stillness, a calming whisper trying to answer the deep wish simmering within.

    https://www.annedallrobson.com/99-words/calming-whisper

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  32. I’ve always been in awe of your unicorn room, Charli. And rituals can become a habit, so we ought to pick them mindfully 🙂 Loved your take.

    My contribution: https://abracabadra.blogspot.com/2021/03/a-simple-wish.html

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  33. […] March 11, 2021, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about deep wishes. Where is the deep — in the sky, the ground, or outer space? What kind of wishes reside there for whom and why? Go where the prompt leads! […]

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  34. […] This week at the Carrot Ranch, Charli Mills challenged writers to In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about deep wishes. Where is the deep — in the sky, t… […]

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  35. […] This was written with the prompt deep wishes provided by the Carrot Ranch March 11 Flash Fiction Challenge. […]

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