Related to Royalty

I’m related to royalty you know… well, maybe not royalty but certainly gentry.

My mother told me all about it when I was just a young calf.

I was so excited picturing my gallant grandfather galloping through lands and conquering unknown territory.

As I explore around our lands I think of him, cow-image-by-majesticgoldenrosehe must have been tall and brave.

I keep any wandering peasants off our land – often it only takes a serious stare and they know they shouldn’t be there.

Sometimes a little charge towards them gives them the start they might need.

Sir Loin would be so proud of me.


My tongue-in-cheek entry to this weeks FFfAW challenge – This week’s photo prompt is provided by MajesticGoldenRose. Thank you!

Click on the frog to see more flash fiction inspired by this image 🙂

 

 

The Storm

The storm had grounded all planes.

airport-image-by-dawn-miller

People stood muttering to one another, some yelled angrily at the flight teams, some napped uncomfortably on the harsh metal chairs. It was during the chaos that Alfie escaped. Making his way down the restricted corridors, he couldn’t help his excitement. He had always been curious by airports, now he had a chance to explore. When the tannoy went off calling his name he ignored it. Eventually, he made his way to a doorway where an air hostess was announcing they had been cleared for flight – slipping his way past the queuing muttering people he moved down a long gangway. He stood with a large family, smiling at a boy about his age. The air hostess moved out the way to allow them all past and he found he was on an aeroplane, time to find a new hiding place. He fell asleep beneath a large holdall, waking some time later. He was excited to tell his family of his great adventure. He just needed to get home now.


Short fiction piece of 175 words for FFfAW challenge – This week’s photo prompt is provided by Dawn Miller. Thank you Dawn!

Click on the frog to see more flash fiction inspired by this image 🙂

 

Holidays for Hounds

I paced back and forth.

How could she do this to me? Again?

I had used the biggest brown eyes I could manage. I had even let out the whimper that always got me the last biscuit.

But no, she had left me anyway. Holidays she called it! A holiday indeed! I have to share all my food and bones and belly rubs! Okay, that meant there were other woofs around to play with but that’s not really the point now is it?

In fact, it would serve her right if I sat at this exact same spot until she reappeared.

I could look so starved and tired she would never leave me again. Although I can hear biscuits being put into a bowl…and is that…yes it is…CHICKEN…with layers of gravy…Winner! Well maybe not the starve part, that would be silly.

But when she shows up I can just act really sad, let out that cry again and she’ll never have a holiday again.

Sounds like a plan. Anyway better go – it’s chicken time!

Dogs at Fence Image by Yinglan


Image: Thanks to Yinglan

Story originally written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW) a flash fiction challenge with stories in 100-175 words (or less). Check it out for more fun flash fiction.

What are you waiting for?

I was at a crossroads in my life.

Should I stay with him? Did he want the same things as me? Marriage, kids, a house, a future?

It didn’t seem like it. He had his priorities and I had mine.

When he asked if we could talk. I agreed it was time to make that decision. Should I stay?

When I opened the door to the deserted restaurant my brain couldn’t comprehend what was happening until I turned around and saw him, down on one knee with a ring box open in his hands.

Happiness is worth the wait!

 

Restaurant Image provided by grahamisjustmyname

Restaurant Image provided by grahamisjustmyname


Originally Written for FFfAW  – 63rd challenge.

An Ode to Bedtime

When you’re a child it’s such a chore to go to bed
It becomes the time to ask a parent all the questions in your headShoe Stuck - Photo by TreyRatcliff
Or request a storybook be read from end to end
Or a time to dress-up and play at make-pretend

Now I am all grown up Bedtime is such a treat!
You even get a rest for those precious party feet.
An afternoon nap is such an unexpected delight!
Especially if there is a party to attend that very night.

Even better is an early night, bath and book in hand
Unfortunately those precious nights are in short demand
So, if you get the opportunity savour it with delight
For there is a shortage in the world of those precious early nights!


Originally written to support the foot image above for the FFfaw challenge but I realised this doesn’t really fit the fiction guidelines. So borrowed the pic for todays Daily Post instead. 🙂