I don’t understand my grandpa. He loves to raise dogs yet he seems to be raising them just so he can unleash his fiery temper on them. It’s been a week since he banished the dogs into the yard. Since then, the dogs has not stopped barking. The strangest part is they’ve been sitting in a single spot ths whole time.
This morning, I was woken up by a loud ping outside. Rubbing the grogginess out of my eyes, I discovered my grandpa digging in the exact spot where the dogs were sitting. “Grandpa, what happened to the dogs?”
Each week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple hosts Friday Fictioneers where we’re challenged to write a piece of flash fiction in 100 words, more or less, based on the picture above.