“Wait here. I will be back,” he told me as he walked inside the house, coughing. He stumbled and I heard a loud crash. I wanted to check on him, but he had asked me to wait. I heard a voice sobbing softly. People came and left, wooden-faced. That evening, I smelled lilies and heard the wail of terrifying silence. Everyone from his house came out, except him. I knew where he was kept. Should I follow him? But, he had said he would be back. I waited in the garden, amongst the daisies. He always kept his word.
This was written in response to the prompt at the Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction. Write a story to the theme “a dog in the daisies.”
I hope that he didn’t suffer too much.
Hope not too. Thank you for reading and commenting on this, Susan
Sad. I love the perspective you took.
Thank you, Lisa
Faithful till the end.
Yes indeed. Thanks for coming over, Avery
“heard the wall of terrifying silence”…..such a powerful line. Well done, a gem of a piece.
Thank you so much, Bill. I have been trying to use imagery:)) it works sometimes…other times, it sounds cliche…
How hard it is for a dog to undersdstand such loss, remaining loyal and watchful. Great use of imagry.
Thank you so much, Charli