Being a dog, it is naturally assumed I can’t climb a tree. Ha! Little do they know. You can do anything you set your mind to – even if you’re just a dog. All you really need is motivation. I’ve seen the cat do it many times and I thought, hey, why not me? So, I chased the cat right up that tree. It wasn’t as easy as it looked. So, here I am, up in the tree. I’m thinking this might not have been my best inspiration. I’m sure I’ll get down…somehow. Maybe if I do my pitiful whine…
I gave the officer a piece of my mind. After the officer left, I headed back home, certain I’d never see that bike again. I did, though. Anchored to another tree where I’d left it. I sure wish I had kept that piece of my mind.
I tucked the pictures back into the envelope, tears coming to my eyes. A person should treasure every minute of a dream, because regardless of how long it took to build it, all too soon it could die.
If the eyes were the window to the soul, he had none. Fortunately deeds revealed more than his eyes. He was a kind and thoughtful man – one the neighbors could always depend on. If he knew they made fun of him, he gave no indication.
Why did a woman fall in love with such a man? He said so little – didn’t even smile. He left flowers on her doorstep when her cat died. When she was sick he cooked chicken noodle soup for her. Words weren’t necessary to express love. And yet she wanted to hear those words.
This week’s Friday Fictioneer photo prompt was by Managua Gunn. Thanks to Rochelle Wiseof-Fields for hosting Friday Fictioneers.
The prom dress grandma made was beautiful, but it looked like something Cinderella would wear. If Brandon said anything about it, I was going to punch him in the gut. I pushed the sparkling comb into my hair as grandma had instructed. It did look nice.
Grandma was opening the door as I walked down the stairs.
Brandon gaped up at me in surprise.
I was wracking my brain for something that would warn him not to tease me about the dress in front of grandma when he finally found his voice.
“You look like a princess!”
Thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for this Friday’s photo prompt. I saw that spot on the table and … off my mind went in free flight. Here is my March 29 Friday Fictioneers Flash Fiction submission. (Say that 5 times fast.)
He plucked the napkin from the floor and spread it on his lap while she wasn’t looking. His idea of eating by firelight included a campfire, but she wanted a romantic evening out. He played the part of a perfect gentleman, even remembering to wipe his mouth after each bite.
Something tickled the side of his mouth and her face went white. She clutched a napkin to her mouth and ran for the girl’s room.
He flipped the insect to the floor and crushed it. A quick glance assured him other diners had not noticed, so he scarfed down his dinner before she returned.