“Mom! A really cute dog followed me from school! I tried to get him to come home but he wouldn’t leave the trees.”
“Yeah! Can we keep him?”
Her mom smiled. “Of course, if you can get him in the front door. Just promise me one thing, okay?”
“Don’t try to feed him. It makes him sad.”
“You’ve seen him?”
“Yes, I’ve seen him,” her mom said.
What else could she say? That she’d known that dog a quarter century ago?
That she’d watched a leaf fall right through him?
A whirlwind of research, winter storms, and child care have kept me off of Friday Fictionneers – but I have not forgotten. For the short term, though, I might be more of a monthly fictioneer than a weekly fictioneer. Anyway…Every Friday, writers from all around the world write 100 word (or thereabouts) flash fiction based on a photo posted that Wednesday on Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog.
I welcome constructive criticism; without it I cannot grow as a writer. The weekly photo that inspired this story is below: