Tall Tales ~ #fridayfictioneers ~ 1/1

I have been away too long. Being the first day of the New Year I figured it was as good a time as any to jump back in. So the goal is to write a short story based on the photo prompt provided by Rochelle Wisoff-fields. This weeks photo belongs to her  daughter-in-law, a picture of their tree-climbing dog. She assures that this is untouched and not photo-shopped. Yep, that’s her granddaughter watching.

Now I have no doubt that her dog can climb trees, but I’m biased. No, not because I want to believe everything people I like tell me. Because in college I taught my boyfriend’s German Shepherd, Picasso, to climb trees. We’d head out the the park and spend the afternoon watching people walk by from our wooded perch. Some of the best people watching I ever had. They never knew what to make of this giant dog high aloft an Oak. Are there Oaks in Colorado? Either way it was deciduous and splendid.

tree-climbing-poppy
 

Tall Tales

Wednesdays are playdates. Mrs. Snider brings her famous scones and mamma serves her homemade jelly.  Timmy ran around the backyard throwing balls at my head.

Inside Mamma was filling coffee mugs inscribed #1 Mom. Soon they’d be on the back patio dishing the latest neighborhood scandals. Timmy acting like the angel he’s not.

“Your dog’s in the tree again”, Mrs. Snider pointed out. “Every time we’re here he takes to the tree.”

“Suppose he’s showing off”, mama smiled. When I can talk I’ll let Mama know the truth, Timmy and the trampoline. Or I’ll just join Toto in the tree.

 

Word Count: 100

 

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P.S. Please make sure to read the others.

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23 thoughts on “Tall Tales ~ #fridayfictioneers ~ 1/1

  1. A fun story — you fit in an explanations of the balls in the photo, not just the obvious of the dog in the tree. I’m hoping the narrator will join the dog in the tree, just to get away from Timmy heaving balls at his or her head.

    • Yikes Good point. I hadn’t thought of that. The little devil is a scrapper. But as long as mom is watching he’ll stay on the ground. Wouldn’t want to tip his illusory halo.

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