Saturday, February 23, 2019

Pulling underpants

‘What the hell are they doing there?’ David muttered, reaching down to scoop up his underpants.

A puppy appeared out of nowhere, snatched them from him, and disappeared round a corner.

‘What the …’

He found the dog sitting at Sally’s feet chewing on the elastic.

‘Is he your dog?’

‘The neighbours. They’ve gone away for a couple of days; Rhod agreed to look after him.’

‘Without asking us?’


‘The little fucker’s eating my pulling underpants.’

Sally glanced down. ‘Only thing you’d pull with them is yourself.’

The puppy darted off, trailing the pants.

‘And dogs. Neither pun intended.’

A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Oh, that's funny, Rob - I like it a lot! And anyone who's been around pets will understand...