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Chaos at the Dog Show
I originally wrote this short story as a submission for a column to appear in a pet enthusiast magazine, but this magazine does not print stories relating to dog shows (I honestly didn’t even think about that), so I’m posting it here. Obviously, I’m crazy about my dogs, and we all just watched the Westminster Dog Show together (Zip, in particular loves watching dogs on tv).
So here’s the story!
Chaos at the Dog Show
By Rascal, the Jack Russell Terrier
Last night, I dreamt I was at the Dog Show. I was backstage amid the hubbub, the handlers and the hair spray. While the Poodle got his hair puffed, and the Doberman barked strict orders, I trotted between the legs of the Great Dane and hopped over the Pekingese. I’d never seen so many dogs in one place, and had definitely never seen so many hairstyles.
The Parson Russell Terrier sniffed his way over to me.
“Hello, Cousin,” I said to him. “What’s your name?”
“They call me Spot,” he replied. “I enjoy frolicking in the woods and am a great companion. I’m energetic and was bred to hunt foxes. I enjoy success but can be stubborn at times.”
“Okay,” I shrugged. That’s a little TMI for our first meeting, I thought. “Want to take a spin around the room and see who’s who?”
Spot, the Parson, stood on his hind legs and turned in a circle. “Spin,” he said.
“Very funny, show-off,” I laughed. “Let’s go for a quick walk.”
“WALK?” he yipped. A few dogs near us snapped to attention. “WALK?!” He started bouncing as though on a trampoline.
I realized my mistake once the word slipped across my flat tongue. My canine cousin’s enthusiasm was infectious, though, and I couldn’t help myself. Soon I was hopping up and down next to him. We were like two pogo sticks with tails.
“WALK! WALK!” we chanted, and soon other dogs joined in. The handlers frantically grabbed for their leashes and tried calm the pups with liver treats.
“WALK! WALK! WALK!” our chorus continued. We leapt and jiggled through the area. The big dogs stumbled and tumbled over the smaller ones, while those in the Toy category found refuge near larger, protective breeds. I noticed the Pug seeking cover under the Mastiff, and the Chihuahua climbing onto the back of the Rottweiler.
“WALK! WALK!” was our mantra. Spot led the charge through the doors and into the arena, where a surprised scattering of audience members watched our parade. The dog handlers chased us. Round and round we went, pooches and humans, dashing in circles on the green carpet of the arena.
Finally, our excitement waned and dog after dog flopped down. I found a good space to lie down near Spot and we tucked our heads next to each other. Spot yawned. My eyes drooped with sleep.
“That was a great walk,” Spot said dreamily.
“Great walk,” I agreed. My eyes closed and the sounds of doggy snores slowly faded away.
I woke up in my bed, warm and soft. My human was leaning over me with a smile on his face.
“Wow, that must have been some dream, Rascal!” he said. “You were barking in your sleep and your legs were going, as if you were on a walk.”
I jumped up from my bed, tail wagging and ears perked. “WALK?!” I yipped.
Trivial Things (Poem)
Piles of boxes line each wall
A precarious mess, that threaten to fall
Stacks upon stacks of trivial things
Oh, the weighty trouble these boxes bring
Picking my way, so carefully treading
Stepping and stirring, unaware of where I’m heading
These boxes impede and mislead; I despair
I plead to be freed of the cell that we share
The dust takes hold and obstructs my breath
These piles won’t be my last sight before death
I grip at the boxes, pulling everything down
While those trivial things unload and abound
Those dusty boxes, those burdens and fears
Have compiled and swelled in this room through the years
A window, a door, a crack in the wall
I search for my exit, I grapple and crawl
And just when the darkness and dust seems its worst
I find my opening and tumble headfirst
Moving Along (Poem)
Moving along
and stumbling ahead
Ripping and splitting
you out of my head
The lesson you force-fed
me when I was young
Like a bitterness
on the tip of my tongue
I spit you out
Fling you far, far away
But you return with gusto
If only you’d stay
Moving along
I’m gone and I’m free
You creep back and sneak in
where you shouldn’t be
Age and heart take the
brunt of your force
The ransacking chaos
of your brazen course
Your hit-and-run game
is so obscure
that I barely realize
I’m stuck on your detour
Moving along
I’m breaking apart
Hoping my next fight
leaves me my heart
Flash Fiction Contest Announced
The January Flash Fiction contest has been announced over at Devin O’Branagan’s writing blog. This month’s challenge is to write about disturbing news from a fortune teller … in under 1,000 words. Check it out and enter – the rules are posted at the link I included.
I’ve found flash fiction to be a great exercise for when I hit a slump in my writing. I know I do a lot of poetry on this blog, but short stories are where my heart really lies. Unfortunately, I don’t get struck with the lightning bolt quite as often. But a challenge issued for a flash fiction contest can usually do the trick for getting inspired quickly. And the best part is that it’s only 1,000 words, so it doesn’t take quite as long for the writing, then editing, then re-editing. And then re-editing.
So check out the contest here and enter – it’s easy!
Another Love Poem
Somewhere deep inside of me
the words shout out, cacophony
it wasn’t til we met, you see
The words turned into poetry
The tune began to softly play
as I walked down that sandy way
to meet you where the palm leaves sway
that new year’s morn, our wedding day
I hold these words inside my soul,
the songs and rhymes our love has told
of how a thief broke in a stole
a half a heart to make one whole
This love began beside an ocean,
waves and words concoct a potion
So now we’ve set it into motion
a poetry of sweet devotion
These Woods (Poem)
Let’s pick our way through nettles
And romp among the brooks
Singing and sliding down muddy hills
These woods are made for adventure.
Let’s hide in the roots of the tallest trees
and shout and laugh and play
Resting and racing through falling leaves
These woods hold hidden treasure.
You fly like Peter and I’ll be Wendy
in a mystical, magical land
Vines rise like masts and this log is a plank
These woods hold worlds of wonder
These Boys (Poem)
These boys, they chase me
they romp and race me
And these boys, they drive me
out of my mind
These boys, they cuddle
they poop and they puddle
And these boys, they sneak
and attack from behind
They know “sit” and “come”
but when called they play dumb
They leave hair everywhere
(As do I, to be fair)
They never obey
Unless I say “Play”
They tunnel and dash
They eat up the trash
They pee on the floor
and run out the door
They beg for food
And are jumpy and rude
But these boys, they’ve got me
right where they want me
And these boys, I’m wrapped round
their cute little tails
Yes these boys, they bark
and one’s more like a shark
But their licks and snuggles
never do fail
Patience for the Petulant- A Poem
What took me so long
Until I came around
With my head in the clouds
And my feet on the ground
And these days when I fix
My eyes upon us
I think back to when time
Seemed so unjust
How I wondered and wandered
And wrangled and worried
And now I know that
Life shouldn’t be hurried
My eyes were set downward
And I was called petulant
But change was a-comin’
Transformation was imminent
So I say and I think to myself
Why it took me
So long to see
This shift that has shook me
My heart and my hands,
From my top to my bottom
Just what I was needing,
Now I have gotten
Superhero Story — Part 8
Chapter 19 – Lindsay
I clenched my fists, my fingers grabbing handfuls of cold earth. What happened? Where was I? I was with Nick, I remembered. And then he pushed me. The astronomy building! I pushed myself to my feet. There was a hollow in the ground where I’d fallen. I shook my head, trying to clear the clouds of my mind. Cal was up there and I had to get moving, but my body wasn’t cooperating. I focused on taking one step, then two. Then, when I felt normal enough, I broke into a run.
I sprinted up the steps to the tower. At the top, the door was locked. I banged on it, jarring the entire door. “Nick?”
“Stay out there,” I heard him say. I heard other voices, too.
“Who else is here?” a man’s voice asked.
“No one, no one,” Cal insisted.
“Let me in!” I pounded again on the door.
“STAY OUT!” Both Cal and Nick shouted.
It was like they were protecting me, and that pissed me off. I took a step back and readied myself.
“Like hell I will,” I shouted. I jumped up and slammed my foot against the door, kicking as hard as I could. I landed with one foot in the room, the door underneath me. Dust flew up and then cleared, revealing Cal and Nick, their jaws hanging open, and the gross man, his eyes steely and anxious.
Chapter 20 – Nick
I have to admit, that entrance was pretty cool. Maybe cooler than mine. But then when she got in, we were all like, “What now?” and the crazy dude was probably ready to drop us all out of the tower to get rid of us. I didn’t know what he had planned, but his eyeballs were as big and flat as nickels and they were swirling around his head, adding to his nutso factor.
“Lindsay,” I said. “You’re freaking nuts. Now what? You bust up in here and you don’t have a plan, right?”
“Shut up, Nick,” she said. But I could tell, she was wondering what to do next.
“Everyone stay calm,” Cal said. “I’m trying…” and then got that lost look on his face that he’d been getting lately.
“Oh my gosh,” I said. “You guys suck! I can’t believe I’m stuck having this crazy superhero experience with you losers!”
I turned to the creepy dude. “And you! Do you know you practically killed me earlier today? I mean, if you’re so afraid of ‘the monster’ you’ve become, then why not just leave us alone?”
“No, no,” Cal said. “This won’t go well. Don’t attack him verbally.” Then he scrunched up his face again and did more mental math.
The man took a step toward Lindsay, but she stamped the floor, shaking the tower.
“Think again, crazy. You so much as touch me and I’ll whip you around like a rag doll. These nitwits have gotten on my LAST nerve and I’m just begging one of you to step out of line. I have HAD IT with you boys.” Lindsay emphasized each point with a stamp of her foot.
“You’re a freaking psycho,” I said to her.
“I swear Nick, if we weren’t fighting a bad guy, I’d give you one little nudge to send you flying into the wall,” she said.
The guy lunged at me, quick and solid, and I didn’t have time to back away. I felt the cold, gooey freeze seep into my arms, then my torso, my legs, my neck. I was immobile.
Chapter 21 – Cal
The Jelly Man moved so fast that I didn’t see it coming. In less than a second, he had Nick in a bear hug, and I watched as the frozen hold traveled up and down Nick’s body.
“NO!” I cried and threw my arms around the Jelly Man. I wasn’t thinking, I didn’t do any calculations. I didn’t know what the result might be, but I had to stop him. My plan was to pull him off of Nick, but as soon as I made contact with the Jelly Man, I felt the icy grip clench my skin and bones. I was in a frozen embrace.
And just a second later, Lindsay had jumped toward us too. I wanted to warn her, to tell her to stay away of this frozen mass we were becoming. But I couldn’t move, couldn’t open my mouth, couldn’t turn my head.
I felt her arms grab around us, and I felt her strength weaken under the jelly-like stiffness that came to her.
And then, a darkness came over the room. The four of us were all balled up into one lump in the middle of the tower room, and, like the sun passing behind a cloud, the room grew blue, then grey, then black.
I felt my mind release the equations and calculations and numbers that had been constantly running through since the day with the meteor shower. I felt my eyes let go of the laser-like quality that I’d used to unfreeze Nick in the high school bathroom. I felt my arms go limp and my embrace became loose. I dropped to the floor.
Nick and Lindsay were also on the ground. Lindsay clenched her fist and pounded at the floor. Then she winced. The floor showed no damage. The Jelly Man was slumped against a wall, he touched his arm, and then rubbed at his face. There was no gooey residue.
“What happened?” Nick said. “I feel normal.”
“Me too,” I said. “I think we’re back to normal.”
Lindsay stood. “Let’s get out of here.”
“What about him” I asked, pointing to the Jelly Man.
We looked at him, the crazy guy that froze us and took me to the tower and followed us to our school. He didn’t look so crazy anymore. He looked like a normal man, maybe someone who needed to know that others had been going through the same thing he was. He looked like someone who could have used someone to talk to when crazy things started happening to him. He stared at us, looking scared of what we might do to him.
“Leave him here,” Nick said. “We’re all back to normal now. It doesn’t matter.”
So we left. And things went back to normal at school. For awhile we would eat lunch together or catch up in the hallways or after class. Then that stopped. Like I said, things went back to normal at school. But it was good, because we all knew that we had this bond. This unexplainable power was given to us and then an even more mysterious event took it away. It’s not normal and maybe it’s a bit magical. That’s just how life goes, sometimes.
The End.