It was a sullen dripping wet Sunday afternoon. Mom had taken out old photo albums for me to watch. One image really caught my attention.

- “Mom, is that the dog we had when I was little?”

- “That’s you on that picture, isn’t it? So yes … and you’re still little!”

- “Hey, I’m eight!”


I got to wonder why that dog always climbed trees like that. Did he think he was on pirate watch atop the mast or a reincarnated goat or …


I must have been wondering out loud, for mom said:

- “ The reality is more prosaic; it was afraid of babies!”


( 100 words / 0 numerals ; title not included. )

he above short story is an entry to a weekly challenge on WordPress called : Friday Fictioneers!

The idea is to write a hundred words short fiction ( flash ) story upon the prompt that is provided by Rochelle under the form of the above picture.

Thanks then to Rochelle whose blog is found here :

and I hope my readers will like it.