This week at the Carrot Ranch, Charli Mills challenged writers to In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about a lost book (or many). What is the book’s significance? Who lost it, or who found it? How does this element fit into a poem, memory, or a specific genre? Go where the prompt leads!
This is my response to Charli’s prompt. I hope there is something in it that you can identify with.
The Lost Book
“What’s all this mess?” said Dad.
“I can’t find my book. I’ve gotta return it today.”
“Where’d you have it last?”
“I put it on my desk. I bet Laura hid it.”
“Why would she do that?”
“She hates me. She wants to get me in trouble.”
“That’s not true. Are you sure you put it on your desk? Have you checked your bag?”
“YES! I can’t go to school. Tell them I’m sick.”
Dad sat, then sprang up. He pulled back the bedclothes, revealing the lost book and a torch.
“So, someone was reading after lights out.”
“Oops.”
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Note: The collection of stories made in response to the previous prompt Beaver Slap, including mine, can be read at the Carrot Ranch.
Norah Colvin 
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