Micro Story: The Dog Dilemma

I’m linking up with Denise at Girlie On The Edge Blog, where she hosts Six Sentence Stories, and everyone is invited to write a story or poem constructed of six sentences based on a cue word given.

This week’s cue word is Distance

The Dog Dilemma

The sorrowful little creature had been following Bruno for the past hour at a cautious distance, as Bruno made yet another unsuccessful hunting trip through the forest on a bleak January morning.

At the path to Bruno’s home, Bruno waited for the creature to catch up, and when the creature came he gazed into its sad eyes and whispered soothing words: “Hungry, eh? Cold too? Better come home with me, where it’s warm.”

Bruno’s partner, Belle, was furious when Bruno arrived home accompanied by the sorrowful creature, and her words cut through Bruno as icily as the wind in the January forest: “You can’t bring that thing in here,” she said, “it stinks, it might have fleas and goodness knows what diseases, we don’t even know who its previous owner is, and it might be dangerous, Bruno… have you lost your senses entirely?”

“Take pity on it,” Bruno said, “the creature is cold and exhausted, and looks like it hasn’t been fed in days.”

But Belle was in no mood for pity nor for another mouth to have to feed, and she snarled: “Either it goes, or I go.”

Bruno led the creature back out into the January morning, and then he opened his jaws and bared his sharp teeth, and his ears drew back against his head, and his tail struck an exclamation mark to the report of his growl, and then Bruno lurched forward and chased the creature away, until the sorrowful little human fled back into the forest from where she came.


Words and photo render by Ford Waight.