This may not translate beyond the reaches of certain parts of the UK but reading Charli Mills’ latest prompt at the Carrot Ranch
January 20, 2016 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about a boy and his dog, showing the value or benefit of such a relationship. Be creative, uplifting and demonstrate that such a relationship has merit. If the prompt takes you somewhere darker, know that writing into the dark often retrieves the light. Let it have a purpose.
doesn’t being back images of Dog or happy walks but a highly embarrassing faux pas I committed recently.
The Lawyer’s girlfriend – the Beautician of these pages – used one of her days off to volunteer at Battersea Dog’s Home. Her shifts at her Salon meant it was never clear what she would be doing from one day to the next. She and the Lawyer were still with us pending a move into a flat.
Bleary eyed yours truly comes downstairs to find the Beautician in the kitchen, already up and about. The conversation went something like this
‘Yeah. I said I’d be in promptly.’
Me, taking in her old clothes and lack of her black uniform. ‘What are you… Oh, of course. It’s Tuesday. You’ll be dogging.’
To quote from Wiki: ‘ Dogging is a British English slang term for engaging in public sex (usually in a car park or country park) while others watch them. Dogging has aspects of exhibitionism and voyeurism.’
What on earth came over me? Needless to say there was something of a stunned silence, followed by a giggle and then ‘No, Geoff, all the work is indoors.’
I was mortified – I should have been cauterised, pasteurised, demonised.
Language is a tool for we writers but there are times when all it does is make a tool out of us. Perhaps with boyfriend parent material like that they moved out quite promptly.
And to the flash. Mary’s dog Peter, a gift from Rupert her half brother has been off his food recently.
Sometimes a dog’s the best listener
‘How old was grandpa’s dog when he died.’
‘Milton? 77 in dog years.’
‘Same as Grandpa.’
‘And Peter’s my age in dog years.’
Mary looked at her daughter’s worried face. ‘And you’re both young and healthy.’
‘That’s a coincidence isn’t it?’
‘I don’t want him to die.’
Mary watched Penny draw another circle. She wondered what had brought this on. Finally Penny stood and sat in the dog’s basket. ‘Listen Pete. If you die then I’ll be sad but we have to try and be happy.’ She looked at her mother. ‘That’s right, mum, isn’t it?’
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