‘Finn, no!’
Sally started to chase the tall dog across the field.
‘Finn!’
The chickens scattered, half-running, half-flying.
‘Finn! No!’
The dog span right, snatching up a hen.
‘Finn! Drop! Drop!’
Sally lost her footing, pitching forward.
‘Shit! Finn!’
She scrabbled to her feet, her knees stained green.
The hen was squawking, one of its wings flapping.
Finn started to trot towards her.
‘Drop the chicken, Finn! Bad dog!’
She grabbed his collar and slapped his nose.
The chicken hit the ground running.
Finn looked up confused – the bird had been a perfect present. There was no pleasing some humans.
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words
1 comment:
Poor Finn. All he was trying to do was please his mistress. I like it that you show both perspectives in such an interesting way here, Rob.
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