True Grit
I was at the excavation site. I walked into William’s tent. He was the Chief Geologist of the site. Inside there were various rock samples of different sorts. We were digging into some strata we had never encountered before.
William sat on the chair by his desk. In the palm of his hand there seemed to be some coarse sand he was peering at intently.
“What do you have there?” I asked.
“It’s the grit that all other grit in the world originally comes from.” He informed me.
“You mean it’s the True Grit?”
“Yes.” He replied quite seriously.
Joanne Fisher
Word count: 99
This was written with the prompt true grit provided by the Carrot Ranch September 5 Flash Fiction Challenge.
My last Carrot Ranch prompt response didn’t get seen by that many: The Safebreaker’s Daughter.
I guess I was in a whimsical frame of mind this morning. I wrote this story and a humourous poem while I was still getting up.
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A unique take, well done.
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Yeah I was having a few problems coming up with a response to this prompt.
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Always wondered where it came from. π
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Now you know! π
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The grit that all grit comes from. Isn’t that what collects beneath the doormat?
Like your take on the prompt. π
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After posting that, did you have any regrits?
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Cool! I love the real true grit!
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True grit! I like it. π
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If your task is to write about true grit, you might as well go straight to the source!
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