Jena sidesteps past the painter’s ladder into her kitchen. Pouring herself tea, she hears Rocky let loose a howl outside. This is followed by a cat’s growl and a rumble up the back stairs.
The doggie door flings open. Rocky storms in, slides across the kitchen, knocks over the hallway ladder and capsizes the paint tray onto his back. The cerulean cannonball yelps. Then bolts out of the house, Jena in pursuit.
She eventually spots Rocky and laughs.
Something borrowed, something blue?
Because there he is, her incorrigible tongue-lolling, tail-wagging blue dog, trailing a bridal party into the church.
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My research determined that most house paints are water based and can be washed off easily with soap and water. Assuredly, Rocky is in for a loathsome sudsy bath when he gets home.
I wrote this piece in response to Carrot Ranch’s March 27, 2023 Flash Fiction Challenge for a 99 word story (no more, no less) about something impossibly blue.
Based on a true blue dog? Rocky reminds me of dogs I’ve known. Either way, Blue is a good name for a dog, but not such a good color.
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Thank you D! The part of the dog sliding across the kitchen is a true story. In our case, the dog was after a cat. It was hilarious to watch.
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I love it, Kate. The pace really picked up in the middle with Rocky’s antics. The conclusion made me laugh. A great scene.
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Thanks Norah! I always appreciate your feedback. 🙂
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You’re welcome, Kate. I always enjoy reading your stories. 🙂
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Cerulean blue blue!
Love it!
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Thanks Liz!
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Spellcheck!
Cerulean blue BLUR!
Woof!
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Such a delightful read. Well done Kate.
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Thank you Leslie!
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