Walking on Sunshine

an old busted metal frame in the woods

This is a weekly invitation to write a short piece of fiction (~200 words) based on a photo prompt (above) provided by Alastair Forbes. Click the pic for his site and find more stories you’ll enjoy!

Leonard and the dog, Babe, walked the wooded hundred acres behind the house. She caught a scent and lost it within a few yards. The start-stop tracking wore on Leonard. Babe stopped and, for a second, bristled like a porcupine.

It was odd. Treeing Walker Coonhounds are good-natured dogs. Damn fine buddies to lie around and eat bologna sandwiches with when they got old. This dog, his Dad’s dog, wasn’t ready for retirement though she’d never refuse a bologna sandwich.

Last night, his Dad and Babe went hunting. This morning, Babe was on the back porch pawing at the door. Now she was at the edge of a clearing torn between growling and wrapping herself around Leonard’s legs.

The clearing held a metal box he’d never seen before. Rather, the metal frame that hadn’t been driven into the ground was the shape of a box. Glass cracked and popped underfoot as he walked. Leonard shooed the dog back but moved closer.

“LIVE ANIMALS” was printed on one label.


Leonard looked around his feet at the flecks of sunlight in the glistening glass and swallowed hard.




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