Friday Fiction: Full Of Surprises

“Stop him, please!” The caller identified “him” as Nelson and gave details linking him to two homicides. Calling himself “The Admiral,” Nelson’s bullying started in secondary school; she and many others had the scars to prove it.

Driving through sunshine one minute and mist the next, she smiled at how both life and the countryside were full of surprises.

Nelson saw her entering the pub and shouted, “Hey! Dunce Diana! Still falling down stairs?”

His laughter ended as he watched her. “That’s Detective Chief Inspector Penrith, to you,” she said, reaching for her handcuffs. “You’re under arrest.”

Friday Fictioneer Photo Prompt, copyright Erin Leary

Friday Fictioneer Photo Prompt, copyright Erin Leary

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Friday Fiction: The Scar

And now for something totally different: Last week I discovered Friday Fictioneers. Each Wednesday Rochelle Wisoff-Fields posts a photograph as a prompt with the invitation to write a story of 100 words. Here’s my first Friday Fiction story, 100 words exactly (not counting the title), and the photograph prompt.
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The Scar

Ow! A sheep bit Trina’s hand as her arm dangled out the window. Her index finger was bleeding, next to her scar. She bared her teeth, growling at the herd.

The scar. She had been five and the goat she was feeding nipped her finger, thinking it a treat. Nana cleaned, bandaged and kissed it to make it better. Nana was in a nursing facility now, but Trina hadn’t visited in months.

She looked at her scar again. Taking out her phone to video the sheep, Trina smiled. Sunday I’ll visit Nana. Lots to talk about this time.

Photo Prompt, copyright Sandra Crook

Friday Fictioneer photo prompt, copyright Sandra Crook

My Heart Lurches

My heart lurches each time Luna stumbles
Often now, over paths she’s taken a million times

She prances in the cool breeze
I let her chase me for a few steps
Happy to be caught, paying my ransom
In scratches behind her ears

Her breathing is labored after the frolicking
Mine is shallow in empathy
We converge in the moment of
Unconditional love

Luna, a yellow Labrador Retriever in the grass

Luna

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Coyote Echoes

One yip begets a howling
The coyote pack announces itself and its strength
Each member joining in the chorus

Two other packs add their voices to the songs
A triangulation of wild canine echoes
Surrounding me without regard to my reason
For a predawn excursion

I estimate the distance of the packs from me
Calculating the risk of staying
In their territory, in their time

The coyotes and I share a secret:

The moon is always full

A full moon with clouds, seen through bare tree branches

The moon is always full

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