The Unicorn Challenge.
A magical new weekly writing opportunity from her – Jenne Gray – and me.
Visit her blog every Friday to see the photo prompt, and post your amazing story in her comments section.
Or on your own blog, and stick the link down in her comments.
The rules are:
Maximum of 250 words.
Based on photo prompt.
That’s it.
To hear me read my story, just click here:
At the Door
Very gradually, as I pretend to be interested in the bubble-headed, opinionated woman on my left, I become aware of a large, shaggy and clearly disgruntled head glowering through the glass door.
Smothering a grin, I look to the far end of the table where Em is in full flow, clearly enjoying her role as hostess of this small dinner party.
I know two things: Em will not be easily distracted, and Eros, her magnificent German Shepherd, will not be easily dissuaded.
The porte coulissante, or sliding door, usually sits a fraction open, so that Eros can push it with his nose to gain entry.
He has never, despite Em’s entreaties, deigned to close it behind him; that is clearly a task for some lesser being.
B-HOW follows my sidelong glance and, seeing him, leaps to her feet, announcing loudly that she’ll let the dog in.
‘If I’d wanted…’
Em’s words are wasted as Eros saunters in.
He regards the gathering with some disdain then, amid general amusement, with a dog’s indifference to personal space, muscles through the legs under the table.
He ignores Em’s admonishment that it is not a tunnel.
This is his preferred route, always.
He pauses, scowling enviously at the plates and jealously at Em, then leaves via the kitchen door, which is always ajar.
The meal continues.
Then the laughter starts.
Em covers her mouth.
Eros glowers through the glass door, waiting.
Some of life’s doors, apparently, are exits, while others are entrances.
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LOL..love it. My son’s dog treats us all as tunnels. Once I wore a long dress to his house and confused the beejesus out of him. I try never to wear a dress over there again.
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Oh just lovely. You’ve shown your love of Eros from the very beginning, and captured his personality wonderfully. I feel as though I know him too after reading your story. Dogs. How is it that we’ve been given such personable and devoted creatures to live beside?
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Sending you something about the SEARCH.
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Merci, Madame
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Make Eros a cat and that’s the story of my life.
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We all have our favourites, Sally
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Life is nothing more than an entrance and an exit.
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And a wee bit fun in between, surely?
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Wow, this was good!
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Thanks, V!
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You’re most welcome always, Sir!
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As a total fan of the species, I’ll give an unqualified thumbs up on your depiction/description of a GSD protagonist*.
Fun story
*such is my opinion of dogs vis-à-vis human characters and such
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Even for his breed, Eros was exceptional.
A great friend, sadly missed.
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Aww, that lovely.
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Thanks, Chris, he was quite a guy!
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Just delightful.
I can see and hear it all.
Of course B-HOW – there’s one in every group – must get her comeuppance, but the twist of how it comes is perfection.
Eros rules OK
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It’s hard not to write something half decent when it’s about Eros!
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Top shelf, CE. Homely but mysterious. Of course you had me at German Shepherd anyway. 🙂
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