Written for Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner: Week #7 – 2016
The opening sentence for the February 12th, Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner:
“……. For the thousandth time, I promise you, it wasn’t me!”
As I opened the door to enter the shed where I put my new pup to sleep last night so he wouldn’t wander during the night and get lost.
I could see something had gone terribly wrong, there was puppy sitting there looking at me hoping I would believe him I don’t know that it was “For the thousandth time, I promise you, it wasn’t me!” time but for certain he was begging me to believe him.
What could have created a mess like this bags, boxes you name it, it was everywhere.
So I started to clean it up, moving things from the corner, what should dive out? a possum, it frighten the living daylight’s out of me, no wonder there was such a mess, what had been going on?
Yes, I believe you, poor puppy, going through all that torment with a possum or was it fun.
Farmers don’t keep dogs in the house especially pups, can you imagine the mess, dirty muddy feet all over the furniture and carpets, plus many other reasons.