Throw The Ball: Fiction Friday

Friday Fictioneer Challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

To read other Friday Fictioneer stories based on this photo, select the smiley blue frog.

Baby Bird Watch, Days 9 & 1

The Mockingbird nest is empty. I can hear the shrill call of the baby birds; they are hidden somewhere in the Mesquite trees or in the knee-high grass.

Empty Mockingbird nest

Empty Mockingbird nest

Now we have a Mallard hen hanging out underneath a larger Italian Stone Pine tree. Maybe she is nesting. Today is Day 1 on her watch, so we’ll see.

Mallard hen, maybe on a nest of eggs

Mallard hen (looking at her back), maybe on a nest of eggs

Baby Bird Watch: Days 9 & 1