Benny pushed away his kibble bowl with his paw.
Uncharacteristic of a dog his age, but this was not a good day for him.
In fact this was the worst day of his sad life.
Can a canine have a sad life?
Just ask Benny. He’ll be glad to invite you into it.
He lives down the street from me and I know how it must be for him. He barks from his yard all day long. Freezing weather, scalding hot summer days, Benny is out there. No wonder his life is in the dumps.
As I pass him tied up with a long rope around his neck, attached to a clothesline pole I stand behind the fence, then reach over to rub his head, the howling and barking ceases and I smile and I know he’s smiling too.
Each time I feel a connection with Benny. I can tell when his paws are aching, because I feel it in my feet.
I also know when he is thirsty, because my mouth gets dry. On these occasions I’ll pour some water from the small bottle I carry with me on my many excursions, into my hand and watch the pleasure Benny gets from the liquid.
You probably wonder how I know his name is Benny. Well I could say I heard his owner call out to him, or I can confess the truth. He told me.
He also spoke of having never been inside the walls of his owner’s home for more than ten minutes at a time. When I realized what was being transmitted, my heart hurt for him.
Benny is a beautiful black Labrador who didn’t look more than a year old.
What could have caused this abuse I wondered sitting in my back yard? Then I sensed his presence again, and it asked for my help, because he was now inside of the house for a few minutes and did not want to leave. I could hear the strap come down on Benny’s back and eventually a door open and close.
After what I’d just experienced I was compelled to run down to the little brown house, with its giant yard, where Benny lived and kick some butt. At least that’s what I intended to do, until I heard from him again. No please don’t come over. I know what you’re thinking and I must tell you not to come. It isn’t safe. He has a riffle and he’s mad at me.
I tried to heed his warning but my emotions ran deep for Benny. I have to admit; I loved him and needed to save him, no matter what the risks where.
In two minutes I had on my sneakers and a grabbed a baseball bat for protection, and then raced down the street and up the honeysuckled pathway where he lived.
Noticing that Benny was still on his lease in back I felt, that in some way I’d be able to help him. If I could just warn his owner that if I ever saw him mistreating his dog again I will call the police, because after all it was a crime to abuse an animal. I’d almost forgotten that Benny was more than that to me.
Then a feeling overpowered me before I reached for the door bell. I see you. Come get me. Untie me.
I was compelled to sneak around to the back yard and crawl over the fence to where he was tied up. Right here, I’m here, do you see me?
“Yes my friend. I’ll be right there.
I noticed that he was beginning to bark while edging his was closer to the fence. In fact I had to verbally warn him of my hopeful rescue. “This way boy, I’ll get you out of here.” After he heard my voice he quieted down, wagged his tail and I carefully followed the long rope to the pole where I untied it. Now let’s get you out of hear.
No please Patty he’s coming. Save yourself.
I turned my head around and noticed the man with the riffle running around from the front of the door to the back yard, when I scooped up Benny in my arms and found a gate in the back leading to the ally. I unlatched it and ran. I could hear the shouting from the man behind us, and also heard someone else, running behind him; which both Benny and I hoped would be the law.
I took refuge for us on the side of a dumpster and eventually made my way back to my own yard gate.Out of breath I released my latch and set Benny down into my own yard and eventually into my home where he lived with me for as long as I can remember.
And as far as know there was never any notice of a missing dog anywhere; and as far as Benny and I commutating as before. It never happened again. Our connection was that of love for one being to another and that was enough for us.
Well here it is. The truth about my blog flashfictionforall. Right off the top of my head as I shake it back and fourth. Like dandruf. Not. It just so happens I tend to shake my bounty of long hair after brushing daily. The stories that fall out are lose as the strands they come from. Some have a point, and having said that, others are pointless and have nowhere to go but to be filed away in the idea folder, which I’m sure every writer is familiar with. After finally explaining the process of my very short Flash Fiction , one might be able to gleen a little from them and perhaps enjoy the ride.
Sheldon and Ida decided to leave the Hope Lodge.
Ida held Sheldon’s jacket then slipped into her own coat.
With a quick glance in the mirror she placed her purple cap on her salt and pepper hair, then propped Sheldon’s white one on his.
After unlocking many dead bolts out Ida turned her body back to the door and re-locked one.
Then they slowly descended the wide marble stairs to the lobby and arm into arm they walked down thirty second street towards Broadway.
A crowd pushed past them forcing them to move a little faster across the busy street, until they reached a curb, where Ida helped Sheldon up onto it.
After which, she stopped them in their tracks and ruffled through her bag for some cash, then turned to Sheldon and said, “Maybe we should go to the Roxy Deli and sneak a quick knish. What do you think?’
Sheldon turned back and said, “If it’s okay with you, it’s okay with me.”
Again they locked arms and proceeded ahead.
The truth of the matter is, it had flourished for years as the king of his extremities.
Even as a baby, he would hold it high, along with his other fingers, in order to clutch his baby bottle to his lips.
But this was not to remain so.
When he grew into a boy of five and entered school he held it low under his seat. Until the teacher prodded the class for answers to her many lessons, to which Nedeimier, didn’t have any. It was at that point his pinky turned. Even if he knew an answer, the prized appendage on his left hand would not let him lift it any higher than the seat of his pants. Therefore he never did well with his studies.
After losing control of the rouge pinky, his soon discovered most of the skin on his body was white, and remained that way during his growing years and well into manhood, his left hand, the one of which was the owner of its prized pinky, he barely noticed when the pinky turned dark purple and became rough to the touch.
Its knurly exterior, he assumed, was from the manual labor he had undertaken, because of the lack of education, which was solely the pinky’s fault. Also because of its negative participation in Ned’s education, which was cut short, because of the failure to meet the criteria toward graduation, from any institution.
It was not surprising that Ned felt the need to work hard, but again, because of his pinky, he did not succeed even in the only job he could secure as a day laborer.
Since the pinky was not of the finest kind Ned was not as careful with it as he should have been the day it happened.
Driving down a hammer was a simple job, but not for Ned or his appendage, so the day it happened was no surprise to either one.
Ouch! You hit me the pinky thought and did not let Nedimier continue his job, in fact it was his last day.
Walking off the construction site rubbing his hand was the only solution that made any sense to him.
Failure became a familiar friend to Ned as he drifted from one shelter to the other, until the nasty nail fell off, just as he was opening the last gift the Salvation Army had provided for the holiday.
Yes. The skin around it nail gave way and had pushed it out onto the cement floor, next to Ned’s cot.
The very next morning Nedimier noticed a bit of new growth at the very end of his pinky’s nail bed. Then, after a week it was full grown and of a light healthy hue.
Nedimier rose from bed and decided that perhaps this life was not for him, so he decided to speak with a career counselor.
After months of deliberation and no negative feelings from his left hand he sat in a GED classroom and when any question was posed, his hand shot up and he answered with the correctly.
Nedimier, finally rid of his demon, went on to become a successful college student, and e author of the book, aptly titled Behold You’ve Got the World in You Hand.
Nedimier penned his original manuscript first with his left hand then transcribed it into the computer.
Your knee snaps out of place and you take a short walk to push it back in. It works every time.
When ever this happens, you can depend on it.
That hot flash, during a diner party when you are freshly bathed perfumed and clothed in your newest couture outfit, it comes.
The heat rises from your waist to your head in a matter of seconds.
When ever this happens, you can depend on it.
Or you are at a rock concert, standing up and swaying to the beat, singing along with your arms above your head, and it comes, the aura begins in back of your eyes, reaching out and almost blinding you. Until you realize this is your warning to med up and stave off a migraine.
When ever this happens, you can depend on it.
Maybe you recall standing at a pet store at the mall and kneeling down to pet the cute puppy.
You pet him and smile at each other. Then rise to your feet and feel dizzy.
When this happens, you can depend on it.
There are many instances I can document here, but my memory is not at its best now. When this happens, I can depend on it.
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