What a long strange trip it’s been. The book is out!
https://store.bookbaby.com/book/The-Congress-of-Rough-Writers
In my fourth ever post I tried my hand at flash fiction for the first time. This…
Dogged
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.”
“What?”
“For that.”
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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Realistic – had a dog like that once. Only chose the embarrassing times yo go but you can’t not go, can you?
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From poo to print — what a journey!
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Yep. I smell what yer steppin’ in. Pickin’ up what yer layin’ down. Readin’ what yer printin’.
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It’s organic — raw it!
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Raw it sounds like some weird call to action — I meant “raw lit.”
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