It was suggested that members of the group could attempt to write a (very) short story of 100 words, which must include a coal scuttle, a leek and a goldfish, for reading and discussion at the next meeting.
I wonder what they'll think of this.
As a lad I grew a gigantic leek for the village garden show competition.
I nurtured it from seed to maturity. When large enough I transplanted it to an old coal scuttle. It protected it from crawling garden enemies like a battlement protecting the keep. I gave devoted attention to growing an unbeatable champion.
I wanted the winner and the magnificent trophy I dreamed I would receive.
Judging day arrived; the tension and excitement grew; “and the winner is”; I'd won!
I swaggered forward, hands outstretched ready, to collect my well deserved prize.
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A goldfish in a glass bowl !