“He’s in t’flowers again.”
Mae put a hand on a hip and glowered at Fred. The look failed, on account of his facing open-hood engine and not openly-hostile wife.
Fred hunted around for some lost cap or perhaps a lost widget. His wife was a determined sort, bound to hold her position till he acknowledged her.
He couldn’t keep up the pretend-hunt. “Yes’m?”
“I say-ed that yer old dog’s out in m’flowers agin!” She whined. “I jest planted them daisies!”
Fred found his wrench. “Ah, Mae. I say t’let the old dog have his day!”
Played out in response to the prompt from Carrot Ranch: a dog in the daisies.
February 6, 2020, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story to the theme “a dog in the daisies.” It can be any dog, real or imagined. Push into the setting and as always, go where the prompt leads!
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