What a long strange trip it’s been. The book is out!
In my fourth ever post I tried my hand at flash fiction for the first time. This…
Harry dropped his gaze to avoid looking at Sally. No point; she didn’t know he existed. He looked at the dog.
Milton looked back; he scratched his ear before lowering himself into a squat.
“No. Christ. Not here.”
Milton held Harry’s gaze as he shat on the pavement.
“Great” Harry stared at the sticky turd. He patted his pocket. No bags.
Harry glanced up, wondering if he could leave it. To his horror, Sally was a few paces away. She held out her crisp packet. “Here.”
As Harry cleared up, Sally rubbed Milton’s head. “Cute dog.”
99 words, inspired by Charli Mills over at her Carrot Ranch. When I look at it, I’m struck by the following:
- there’s poo
- there’s a certain attempt at humour
- ditto cuteness
- but it’s…
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