“Granny what’d you do when you were younger?”
“Same as I do now Clive. I Follow my dreams. Like when I was a girl guide. I did all these badges. Cooking…”
“But Granny you can’t cook.”
“I know but I was following my dream. I did other badges too – hiking and astronomy, and first aid and sewing…”
“But Granny you don’t hike and I knows you don’t sew.”
“Oh but I was following my dream. Once I got my Queen’s Guide, the biggest badge of all, I could go after the next dream. Clive, you gotta follow your dream.”
In response to Charli’s prompt where she asks:
March 22, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story using the theme “follow your dreams.” Bonus points for throwing a badge into the tale. Go where the prompt leads.
- Respond by March 27, 2018, by leaving a link, pingback or story in the comments.
- If you want your story published in the weekly collection, also post it at Carrot Ranch on Facebook in the post newsfeed (this is the second posting of your story).
- Follow the style of the flash fiction that follows.
- Leave a short link on FB with your story if you want one included in the title.
- Rules are here.
Take note: if you want to submit to the Ranch and be included in the compilation there is a different procedure to make Charli’s life that little bit easier.
This one is a BOTS – I am never going to be a granny but I was a girl guide and I can still remember working for my badges and the thrill of reaching the pinnacle. The day of the presentation at Government House at Kirribilli was something I looked forward to for weeks. Sir Roden Cutler was going to shake my hand. We had only shortly before moved into a new house which my parents allowed me to furnish my room from my budget as I liked. I was so proud of it and I felt like an adult and what do adults do – they protect stuff so I filled my wardrobes with napthalene to ward off any moths from my clothes and shag pile carpet. The only thing I warded off was me as it gave me asthma and bronchitis and I couldn’t sleep in my room for about six weeks. The doctor forbade me from washing my hair for the same length of time and with the spray on hair cleaner in my hair (I don’t know if you can still buy it) I turned up at Government house.