every wednesday madison woods posts a picture prompt to challenge writers to create a 100-word story or poem or anything that works for you. then post your work on your blog. additionally, on friday, you go back to her site and post a link to your blog entry in the comments on her friday fictioneers post.
i’m going to try to keep up with this, as should you. give it a shot. i prefer to stick to 100 words, but she doesn’t mind either way. not everyone has an hour and a half like i had this morning to sit and write, revise, edit, revise, edit, etc. until getting it down to 100 and telling everything you want to tell.
here’s this week’s picture. if you don’t want to read my entry or be influenced by what i wrote, then don’t scroll beyond the picture. until friday.
He dropped again. Sun eating him, chewing his skin mostly bare. Without strength to find a tree’s shade, he fell, but found a puddle. An inch deep, struggling to drink. Salvation, temporary, but better than chains and collars now gone. Had quietly watched, waited, the moment to run. Pulling off the collar stripped away skin. Bleeding.
They were coming. No strength left. Drinking more, he prayed for death. In the haze stood someone welcoming him to the other side. Gone now, but safe.
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The man kicked at the lifeless dog before heading back to the shelter.