Throw The Ball: Fiction Friday

Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.
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Copyright Douglas MacIlroy

Copyright Douglas MacIlroy

Throw The Ball

Kneeling, Andy jimmied open the back door. As he turned the doorknob, he felt a nudge in his back. He froze. Slowly, he turned around.

The scrap metal dog greeted him, eyes glowing red, tail wagging. It dropped a ball at Andy’s feet, nudging it towards him. He picked it up and threw it. With lightning speed, the dog retrieved it. Andy threw the ball again, again, and again. Each time Andy ran for the fence to flee, the dog knocked him down.

As the scrap metal dog brought him the ball yet again, Andy realized he would never escape.
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14 thoughts on “Throw The Ball: Fiction Friday

  1. Hahaha, that must be a scrap metal border collie. It brings back fond memories of my first dog, who would wake us up early every morning with a wet chew toy thrown in our faces, ready to throw. πŸ˜€ Great story.

  2. Did Andy somehow earn this purgartorial experience? Did he refuse to play ball with one too many family dogs? At least this one seems friendly, despite appearances. Fun story.

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