A Cold Night

It was a cold night, and my teeth were chattering as I made my way towards the yellow tent in the middle of the desert.

There was a feeling of warmth emanating from inside the tent that seemed to be calling out to me.

I peeped in through a small hole, and saw a girl, alone.

Unable to resist any longer, I rushed into the tent. ..and fell right into a boiling cauldron.

And the last words I heard before I lost consciousness were, “Aah, rattlesnake soup will be just perfect to keep me warm on this brutally cold night.”


99 words.

Written as a part of the Carrot Ranch Literary Community Flash Fiction Challenge, hosted by Charli Mills.

Charli’s prompt this week was:

August 2, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes a yellow tent. Where is it and who does it belong to? Think of how the color adds to the story. Go where the prompt leads.

About anuragbakhshi

At the age of 40, I decided to exit the corporate world, and enter the world of stories as a full-time writer. Wish me luck!
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8 Responses to A Cold Night

  1. What an interesting take on the prompt.

  2. Jules says:

    Always a unique ‘twist’….
    I’ve seen ‘Rattler’s rattles’ as adornments
    Google…Photos rattlesnake rattles in jewelry

  3. They say it tastes like chicken. This was a warming story indeed.

  4. Pingback: Yellow Tents « Carrot Ranch Literary Community

  5. Charli Mills says:

    Teeth chattering rattlesnake! Ha! And I always thought it was their tails that rattled. And D.’s right — tastes like chicken. Hope she added noodles.

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