Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers – The Park

I threw the tennis ball ahead of us, and Monkey charged like a bullet after it. Barking and galloping, he grabbed the ball and came flying back, crashing into my shins, leaving a wet, slobbery mess at my feet. Pinky extended, I grimaced as I chucked it again. Round and round we went playing this game together. Everyday we come down to the park. It’s become a ritual now ever since Monkey’s brother and long time play mate, Scout, died a few months ago. The park was something we all did together.

Now it’s just the two of us. Which is fine. And as we walk down the path we’ve walked so many times before, Monkey always hugs my left side, leaving room for Scout.


This is a response to Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers hosted by Priceless Joy. Total word count 125, story alone.


17 thoughts on “Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers – The Park

  1. A nice little story with some good descriptions. I particularly like the ‘wet, slobbery mass’ at your feet and Monkey charging ‘like a bullet’. You manage to leave us with a sense of loss, and I imagine the phrase about Monkey leaving room for Scout is open to interpretation?

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    1. Thank you for the feedback!
      Interpretation, yes. But more so that Monkey always walks on the left and Scout always on the right and it’s just so the reader knows that Monkey remembers him. =)

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  2. Awww what a sweet story. Makes you wonder if Scout in essence is still there, spiritually. Nice piece. It would also be a great exercise to do the story from the dog’s POV. I’m always intrigued by those, I recommended it to someone else this week. πŸ™‚


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