Fred’s Best Friend

“He’s in t’flowers again.”

“Mmm-hmmm.”

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.

“Fraey-ed!”

“Mm?”

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.

“Fred!”

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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©2020 Chelsea Owens
Image © Charli Mills

14 thoughts on “Fred’s Best Friend

  1. masercot February 10, 2020 / 3:27 am

    Folksier than I’m used to from you, Chelsea…

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    • Chelsea Owens February 10, 2020 / 3:32 am

      You sure yer from around here? I’ve blogged a bit folksy afore….

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  2. Norah February 10, 2020 / 3:30 am

    A day in the daisies. Nice. 🙂

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  3. Jules February 11, 2020 / 10:07 am

    I just bet that Mae loves the critter too. Maybe even as much as she loves Fred 😀

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