Flash Fiction #39

Old Shep

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Mary Had A Little – Fright

They asked, “Why does the lamb love Mary so?”
‘Tis that Mary loves the lamb, you know.

Mary didn’t have a lamb.  She had an old dog named Shep.  She could not bring herself to tie Shep up, but he followed her everywhere.

“I won’t fall down a well, Lassie.  I won’t crash through the floor of an old barn.  I’m just going to walk to school beside the tracks, like I do safely, every day.”

Until the day old Shep rushed at her, barking furiously, just in time for her to see the unscheduled freight, with the extra-wide load.

 

Go to Rochelle’s Addicted to Purple site and use her Wednesday picture as a prompt to write a complete 100 word story

 

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28 thoughts on “Flash Fiction #39

  1. Norma says:

    Didn’t expect that as an ending. I enjoyed the story.

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  2. mscwhite says:

    Good thing Shep was following Mary!

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  3. Dear Archon,

    I hope she managed to get out of the way in time.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  4. dmmacilroy says:

    Dear Archon,

    Walking with earbuds in and iPod on? Good doggy.

    Aloha,

    Doug

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    • Archon's Den says:

      Doug,
      Perhaps, but possibly not. Even kids – and adults – with perfectly good eyes and ears get lost in their own thoughts, and could use a brain-guide dog to kick-start their awareness.
      That scenery looks lush – but not like Hawaii.
      Aloha!

      G.O.D.

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  5. Clever take on tradition. And good old Shep. He’ll be welcome from now on.

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  6. Sightsnbytes says:

    I liked this one…great job

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  7. BrainRants says:

    Nice turn at the end, Archon, and you kept the happy ending.

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    • Archon's Den says:

      For a cynical, self-diagnosed Grumpy Old Dude, I can be quite the Pollyanna, always hoping for the silver lining. There’s enough dark shit, in literature, and in reality, and more than enough Goths to spread it around. 🙄 😦

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  8. I used to walk the tracks to school when I was 17 or so. I would so have loved to have a dog follow me.

    These days, I wouldn’t want any teenage girl to be walking alone along railroad tracks, through wooded areas. But back in my day, no one worried so much about weirdos.

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  9. mjlstories says:

    Help – I think I might be one of the goths.
    For a split second I thought Shep had kind of shepherded his ungrateful mistress onto the track in a moment of doggie madness (or perhaps he’d somehow seen the future Imelda…)
    Now I’ll go back, behave myself and read it the proper way!

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    • Archon's Den says:

      Silly MLJ, there is no ‘proper way.’ A hundred writers – a hundred different stories, now a hundred and one. It’s as Rochelle’s caveat reads. It’s not what you look at, it’s what you see. I’m happy you saw your way clear to look at mine. You and Shep come back again. 🙂

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  10. Margaret says:

    A timely save by Shep, and a nice ending to your story.

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  11. Well, I guess he proved his worth. Well done, Archon. 🙂 — Suzanne

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