#Carrot ranch flash fiction challenge – Edge


The edge could refer to so many interesting things. The sharp edge of a knife, the point of extreme stress when you feel yourself going over the edge, the edge of a cliff or the ornate edge of a pretty piece of embroidery.

When I saw Charli’s prompt for this week it reminded me of an event from my past when I was climbing up the slope of a cliff that dropped down to the sea at a remote beach in Cape Town. I was quite a naughty girl and my parents had their hands full with my three younger sisters so I had a lot of freedom to run wild and explore and get into mischief. I never told my Mother this story as I thought she might put an end to my adventuring.

“The gentle slope at the top of the cliff suddenly plunged down to the sea below. White tipped waves boiled over the rocks that poked up like blunt knives.

The small girl spotted a bright blue flower halfway down the slope. She was carefully climbing down towards the flower, holding on to an overhanging vine, when its root gave way. She felt herself rolling towards the edge of the drop and grabbed out at a small plant growing nearby. It held. She carefully climbed up the slope using plants and embedded rocks as foot and hand holds.”

You can join in this challenge here: https://carrotranch.com/2018/01/25/january-25-flash-fiction-challenge/ 


Robbie and Michael Cheadle are the co-authors of the Sir Chocolate Book series and Robbie Cheadle is the author of Silly Willy goes to Cape Town

49 thoughts on “#Carrot ranch flash fiction challenge – Edge

  1. No wonder you like my books as it is something my main character, Amanda, would do. Myself, I was too cautious as a child and probably missed out on some fun. Well written, you used your allotted words wisely. (which is why you can write picture books so well.)

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      1. Oh, I’m so sorry about your friends.
        I have myself to blame about the loss. Three nearly finished manuscripts. In a moment when a couple years of frustration with the lacking storage in the place I moved to in DC… I followed some stupid advice == to throw away –without even looking in them– boxes I had not opened in 2 years. The assumption being if you didn’t need something for a few years, then it was worthless. Sigh… They were old manuscripts — I had written a few computers before that time. I had the old fashioned discs (in those boxes). Since then I’ve found partial print copies of 2 of the stories. Stress the partial…
        Lessons learned.

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  2. It’s hard to contain a curious and adventurous spirit! I’d love to hear some of your mom’s stories, too. My grandmother had a great story about playing “peekaboo” with drivers on the road! It was in the 1920s and it was a dirt road past her parents’ apricot orchard. She was something like four, and took a burlap sack and “hid” in the middle of the road and wriggled when a car approached. Finally, a driver stopped and marched her to her mom. It was reported in the county newspaper and my great-grandmother was quoted as saying they were considering tethering Little Donna! I’d like to think I get my humor and sense of adventure from her. I’m glad you didn’t fall, and yet I’m also glad you were that curious because I still see in in your creativity.

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