Day Two, folks! (…Which I’m doing on Day Nine. Woops. But I’m catching up, I swear!)
If you missed yesterday’s post explaining the challenge, click here.
But for now, I hope you enjoy another piece of flash fiction. Feedback is, as always, greatly appreciated.
A Furry Friend
His scream resonated in the merciless mouth of the well. High above him, the dog howled in rhythm to his macabre wail.
Timmy struggled to rise, but could not free his leg from the steel grip of the shattered stone. “Lassie!” he called, desperation shattering his voice. “Help! Go home, girl!”
A sharp yip was heard, then she was gone. Timmy gazed forlornly up to the broad, sunlit circle of the well’s opening and prayed for the dog’s swift return.
Meanwhile, Lassie reached home, and curled contently in her kennel.
She’d always been an obedient dog.
- Love The Bad Guy
Again, a wonderful twist! I wonder how long he’ll stay at the well…