Writerly Wednesday – Puppy Dog Tales
When the small human approached me with a strange thing in his hand, I thought he wanted to play fetch. I sat down and wagged my tail. I put on my happy face, waiting for him to throw what he carried in his little hand. I couldn’t help but bark and jump; I was so excited my whole body wagged. I kept waiting for him to throw it, but he wouldn’t. Instead he put something on my face. It feels weird and I don’t like it. I can’t see right. I know I ate the last bit of that cold creamy stuff in the human’s bowl, but I thought he wanted me to; he put it down right in front of me. Was that it? Is that why I’m in trouble?
I lowered my head and slinked away quietly to a nice shady patch of green. What did I do?
Flash fiction prompt provided by http://www.writerlycorner.com/writerly-prompts/writerly-wednesday-6292016.