Blat of mule’s bray, and Nanjo rattled into the village square. People grumbled, crowding the buckboard wagon. They’d been waiting since dawn. The stench of unwashed clothes hung heavy in the morning heat.
“Sorry, sorry!” Nanjo called. “My last stop had dire need of my services, but I’ve saved my best for you!”
He reached behind him and flipped a tarp back. The crowd gasped at the rows of golden bars gleaming in the sun.
“Accept no substitutes! The Real Nanjo Castille soap, a heavenly marriage of Greek olive oil and Viking lye, will cure all your laundry ills!”
© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2017)
Carrot Ranch Prompt (11/09/2107): In 99 words (no more, no less) write a fictional story about The Real Nanjo Castille. You can set any gender, era or genre to reveal the character behind the mystery. You can also imagine the daily life of The Real Nanjo Castille. Go where the prompt leads.
Valley of the Trolls 
I want that soap! Great response to the prompt.
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Your discerning taste is the latest hygienic kit is duly noted and appreciated! 😉
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“Blat” goes well with the whole story. You made me blat out loud twice!
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We have golden bars that although old fashioned can still be used for laundry. I’m struggling to remember what they are called here. Certainly not the real Nanjo Castille soap.
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You got it!
Was thinking of the the castile soaps of my childhood!
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I still don’t trust Nanjo. This soap is an imitation, a knock-off of Doc Bronner’s fine product. Still, a fine story of the great unwashed.
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Ha!
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The unwashed clothes at the beginning made sense at the end although the golden bars made me wonder. Nice story.
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Thanks, Frank!
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