A Naughty Dog

This post is submitted to Friday Fictioneers. 

The challenge is to write a complete story with a beginning, middle, and end in 100 words or less. My story follows the picture prompt below. Other stories can be read by clicking HERE.

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PHOTO PROMPT © Ronda Del Boccio

I know my my time is coming to an end. I can hear him shouting in the distance. Once I escaped I kept quiet as I ran through the tall grass enjoying my first taste of freedom. But nightfall is going to be my downfall. I’ve never been outside after the sun has set. I see the headlights of his car closing in on me. I am ready to return. There he is! I know I have caused a great deal of trouble.

He should have thought about that when he took my leash off.

Dogs of Blogs Challenge – Day 18

This post is in response to The Dogs of Blogs Challenge – Day 18

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Photo Credit === Danny James

This a picture of Mercedes with her Shelter Buddy (me). As a shelter buddy I take a dog home with me for a few hours or go shopping with them in the car. It gets them away from the hectic environment of the shelter. Plus it’s good for me too! Mercedes has since been adopted. Yea!

Below is my newest companion. His name is Zeus. He is a male pit bull that will celebrate his 9th birthday later this month. He will have a hard time finding a home I believe. 9 year old pit bulls are not on the top of the list for adoption. He’s a good old guy.

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Photo Credit === Danny James

 

Harry

This post is written for Friday Fictioneers.

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PHOTO PROMPT © Anshu Bhojnagarwala

Harry comes in around nine. The regular crowd has been there since eight. Been that way since ’96. Taking his seat at the piano he turns and surveys the crowd. He knows they all have to be back in their coffins by sunrise.

There’s Sara dressed in her finest white gauze and her head topped by a red bandana. Over in the corner is Old John still trying to pick up Sadie. She told him to drop dead ten hears ago. And he did!

The keys on the piano have turned to decayed wood. The sound doesn’t have to carry far.

 

 

 

 

Seashore

This post is in response to the Weekend Writing prompt.

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Photo Credit … Danny James

We walked this beach many times. As little girls we promised to be best friends forever. Then came careers, husbands and children of our own. The walks became less frequent. We compared notes on our life’s progress until the pain from the pancreatic cancer became unbearable. Your daughter’s words still haunt me today. “You better come quick. Mom’s dying.”