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
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.
There are times… I like that kind of ending? Well written!
Vigilante Justice: I am the Night, I am Batman.
And he had it comin’.
Frank has learnt a hard lesson! A dark and gritty tale.
Oooh, dark and gritty!
I like that.
Cheers, Steve
Lovely. Another story well told. …. to the rescue!
Cheers, sir.
(I do wish you would just tell me your name)
My name is Graham Lawrence (well last time I looked anyway) 🙂
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!’).
Shakes head.
Whatever…
Ha! Something tells me she will not be bothered by Frank again.
You don’t miss much, do you, JC!
Thanks for visiting.
A brilliantly told little tale, as ever.
A wonderfully kind comment, as ever.
Yay! An uplifting one! This was great, C.e. So nice to know chivalry still exists… 😉
I love the fact that you find multiple fractures uplifting.
But I guess if you watch hockey sur glace…
Listen…compared to the usual, this was up there! And yes…I do watch le vrai hockey
Haha! I love this! I favor happy endings. 🙂
Not so happy for Frank, is it?
Frank didn’t deserve a happy ending.
Elegantly woven tale.
Thank you, ma’am.
Looks like Frank was being very helpful after that. Good old Frank.
Frank doesn’t like pain.
I think he should get some until he does 🙂
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?
Shalom,
Rochelle
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!
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