“Stop telling me what to do!” Tommy yelled, storming upstairs and throwing himself on the bed. “Why does she do that?” He closed his eyes. “I can take care of myself. I can, I can…” He opened his eyes and noticed he’s no longer in his room, he’s outside. Why does everything look so tall? He wondered before glancing down and yelped. His arms were overgrown with brown fur. “Oh no,” he shrieked.
“Hello!” He searched around for the voice. It’s Ralph, his neighbor Mr. Glenn’s dog. Ralph stared at Tommy, smiling. “Are you new?”
Tommy walked awkwardly to the fence. “I’m actually kinda lost.”
For a second, Ralph looked disappointed. “Oh, we can help ya,” he turned toward his partner, “that’s Bob.”
Tommy backed away and shook his head, “I don’t think you can. I don’t belong here. I don’t belong as a dog. I don’t…” He squeezed shut his eyes.
“Tommy, time for dinner!” Tommy opened his eyes the moment he heard her voice and sprang from his bed and yelled, “I’m sorry!”
I am participating in Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writer, where we write a piece between 100 and 150 words (more or less 25 words) in length inspired by the photo prompt above. Thanks for picking my picture for this week’s prompt. It’s one of those picture I took for no reason at all.