Walking slowly through the woods, Jessica was lost in her thoughts. It had been an emotionally driven weekend and she desperately wanted to shake off the remnants of the past two days.
She stopped suddenly when far away an interrupted cry jerked her out of her reverie. She wondered what it could be. Perhaps someone was hurt or an animal maybe.
Hearing it again she moved quickly towards the sound. She had come off the trail and was venturing into the deep forest. The sound was closer now, and as she pulled back some wayward bushes, she saw it.
There in front of her was a dog tied to a tree. It was clearly distressed
‘Oh, you poor doggie, who did this to you?’ Jessica said tenderly
‘Get away from the bitch. Now!’ he said as he pointed the 12-gauge shotgun at her.
Bjorn is hosting at D'Verse Poets this Monday and has challenged us to write some flash fiction - no more than 144 words. It also has to include this line from "When far away an interrupted cry" from Acquainted with the Night by Robert Frost