Dog Food – Sunday Photo Fiction

Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly challenge presented by my old friend Al Forbes.
The idea is to write a short story (200 word max) inspired by what you see in his picture (below).
This week’s cool photo leaves me no option but to write about man’s best friend.
And, in spite of what Marilyn says, often a girl’s, too.
Click on this link to enter your tale, and see what others have written.

Copyright Al Forbes

Copyright Al Forbes

Dog Food

She is standing at the roadside, weeping.
Her face is swollen, eye turning blue, lip bleeding.
Her nose looks broken.
I tell her I have friends who can look after her.
She won’t leave without her dog.
She points to the house, tells me the man, Frank, is dangerous.
I sit her in the car, make a call, tell her to relax.
I go in through the kitchen door.
Are you Frank, I ask the overweight oaf at the table.
He lurches to his feet, spewing oaths.
I break both his wrists, then each of his fingers in turn.
I tell him why.

I put the scruffy little mongrel in her arms.
He licks her face, making her flinch and giggle at the same time.
She asks nervously if Frank was a problem.
I laugh.
He was very helpful, I tell her.
I hold up a heavy shopping bag.
He even told me where you kept the dog food.

About ceayr

A Scot who has discovered Paradise in a small town he calls Medville on the Côte d'Azur, C.E. Ayr has spent a large part of his life in the West of Scotland and a large part elsewhere. His first job was selling programmes at his local football club and he has since tried 73 other career paths, the longest being in IT, with varying degrees of success. He is somewhat nomadic, fairly irresponsible and, according to his darling daughter, a bit random.
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27 Responses to Dog Food – Sunday Photo Fiction

  1. rogershipp says:

    There are times… I like that kind of ending? Well written!


  2. Dave says:

    Vigilante Justice: I am the Night, I am Batman.
    And he had it comin’.


  3. Steve Lakey says:

    Frank has learnt a hard lesson! A dark and gritty tale.


  4. Graham Lawrence says:

    Lovely. Another story well told. …. to the rescue!


  5. emmylgant says:

    My hero! Sometimes it takes extreme measures to stop a bully.
    Interesting direction of your imagination ce.
    Well told tale of sugar and spice and puppydog tails…( I see you there shaking your head, thinking ‘whatever!’).


  6. luckyjc007 says:

    Ha! Something tells me she will not be bothered by Frank again.


  7. A brilliantly told little tale, as ever.


  8. Dale says:

    Yay! An uplifting one! This was great, C.e. So nice to know chivalry still exists…😉


  9. Haha! I love this! I favor happy endings.🙂


  10. k rawson says:

    Elegantly woven tale.


  11. Looks like Frank was being very helpful after that. Good old Frank.


  12. Dear CE.

    I want to know how he managed to break both of Frank’s wrists.It had to have been a tough fight or the man who helped is a big guy also. A powerfully good Samaritan and a happy ending. That is dog food in the bag right? Canned Frank?




    • ceayr says:

      Dear Rochelle
      Wrists, like most human joints, are surprisingly easy to break.
      A lot of people manage to do it with no help at all.
      It is a question of weight, or force, and angle.
      And the bag contains healthy canine nourishment, I promise you!

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  13. Reblogged this on anelephantcant and commented:
    AnElephantCant pretend he is a dog
    He is not quite as fast as a snail
    He is really quite thick
    Cannot fetch a stick
    And despite years of practice he still can’t wag his tail

    Liked by 1 person

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