The place for writers: Upload your writing in minutes, receive peer feedback from other writers, poets, authors, then get your work published out there in the real world. Learn how other writers are doing it.
“Come here, Bubba. Come here, sweetie.” Tori clapped her hands together. A churning mass of legs and ears bounded over to her. She scooped him up on her lap.
“Careful. He gets really excited when you pick-”
“Aaayyyy. Oh shit!”
Want to comment on this Flash Fiction? Sign up to Edit Red and you will be able to comment on Flash Fiction and get access to: Upload your own stories and poems, get readers and their feedback, promote your work...
i've worked in pet shops and had dogs all my life, but managed to avoid such incidents so far (knock on wood).Perhaps, I can read the signs. Loved that it relied mainly on dialogue, and what great dialogue it was!
