Eclectic Corner #5 Story Prompt
So who of my blogging buddies are going to join me this week in some fictional story writing? I hope I see a large array of hands up 😀
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What is happening this week?
This week I am doing something different again.
A few have asked or suggested that they would like something a bit more writing orientated. I know some of my photographer buddies have mentioned they also would like to write more.
So I am providing a photograph, featured before, of which someone suggested would make a great story prompt.
You can find the original post if interested here:- My Master’s Feet
So I would like to invite you to use the photograph below to write a fictional story from. There is no right or wrong way to write it. The posts won’t be critiqued or anything else, just pure enjoyment for others to read, so please do not feel shy in writing if it’s your first time, it’s just a prompt to enjoy. This is a perfect space to just let your imagination run wild, even if it is for just one paragraph.
Length limit – 1500 words
You are welcome of course to use the Story Prompt Photo in your post 🙂
Please find below my entry for this week.
There will be a better day, I promise, Dog!
Dog had led a colourful life and so too his Owner so far. His Owner had surmounted many challenges, living with an alcoholic father who submitted a tirade of abuse and sometimes physical violence against Dog’s Master. Dog would be kept in the bedroom unless out for his usual walk, for it was not safe to be left to roam around the house with ‘him’ around. Every time the shouting started or the cries could be heard, Dog would hurl himself against the door, his small heart beating frantically as claws shredded at the wood, desperate to get out and protect beloved Master.
The noise would calm, go quiet, those were the worst moments as Dog would wait for the door to open. Many a time he would lie on the bed, licking his Master’s face covered in striations of hard scarring caused by burns from a prior ‘moment’ and taste his salty tears. He would whimper in confusion feeling his Owner’s arms clasp around him, closetting themselves away in moderate safety, door locked, the mother of the house gone a long time ago.
The scars upon his Master’s face had been brought about by ‘another’ one of those times, an iron finding fleshy surface by the hand of alcohol ridden parent upon young skin, skin that would tarnish it seemed his Master’s future, for those that would see him, would gasp.
One day it came to pass, Dog was taken for a walk, his Owner with small bag in hand. Dog would sniff for treats, for food and glance up then forward expecting his usual walk. It was not to be, not today, not any day.
The smoke plummeted towards the skies behind as Dog glanced back whist his Master’s boots faltered for just a moment. His once home seemed brighter, a snaky swirl of smoke and flames licked at the windows, a crackling of glass heard upon his keen ears as a sharp tug came upon his collar, “Life will be different now” said his Master as day upon day would be filled with travel until destination was finally found.
Dog sat in his new home of freedom, glancing to either side as the sandy garden before them was bordered by wooden piers, long stilts of wood leading up to platforms where upon humans seemed to walk and stare upon the glistening waters as the sun shone down, pointing occasionally to a passing boat. Twitching nose took in the salty air as the water from the sea came in gentle waves, back and forth trying to beckon him but he was not at present tempted, yet not scared either.
Behind him was the high wall, that led to the path that bordered tourist shops, the promenade, not your usual shops, just cafes and galleries, the only way up were ‘those steps’. He had been carried down those stairs, a shelter of cardboard, coat and blankets made up under the canopy of wooden stilts bordering the shopping path. He loved his new home, no more shouting, freedom to roam his sandy patch and his Master happy.
Dog’s Owner would go up’ those steps’, clinking his shiny coins, just a few, which seemed to get less and less as each day passed. The faithful dog would wait, sniffing the steps, jerking up as his wet nose met the cold metal, full of large holes. Once or twice he would put his paws on them and jump, his claws slipping through the metal, the hard sides hurting doggie flesh, he would whimper and go straight through to the other side, mission unsuccessful.
Sitting obediently his bottom upon the sand people would pass at the top and walk by, sometimes point, the odd person, usually a child would come down, give him a pat then play at tossing stones upon the water. Dog would wait for his Master’s feet, only relaxing when those worn thick brown boots could be seen, a few goodies clasped within his hands that both of them would share.
These gifts it seemed got less and less, meals less frequent, the portions smaller, the glittering coins disappeared to reveal an empty pouch.
“I will have to go rummaging in bins or perhaps, just perhaps” said his Owner a furrow of concern melting in to an increasing crevice that would form between his scarred brow. Scarf was wrapped around his face, come rain or shine, shielding his face from onlookers as he would ascend ‘those stairs’ this day with empty belly and a weakness from outdoor living making him weary and desperate.
Dog would wait, he waited and waited, he heard a shout “Oi what are you doing, thief thief, catch that man he just stole my wallet”. Dog didn’t understand, but his ears twitched, whimpering as the shouting reminded him of those days, days he thought he had put past behind him.
Nightfall would come, he would crawl to his bed now matted in seaweed and wait for sunrise, returning to the same spot at the bottom of the stairs, waiting for his Master’s feet. He waited day after day, rummaging on rubbish and scraps thrown over the stone wall above, yet it was not enough, becoming weaker and weaker every day as he waited.
One morning he did not make it to the stairs, trembling legs weak with malnourishment tried to lift his now emaciated body which barely lifted from the ground, a small whimper came from whiskery lips as he laid his head down once more, pale lids covering his eyes, maybe sleep would bring forth a better day.
A deep sleep came upon Dog, a beautiful sleep, his body feeling like he was upon the warm waves, floating back and forth, no pain, no pain anymore and the light, a bright light shining and warm, coming towards him, finally things were going to be better, and all he heard was….
“I think he will survive, he has been put on a drip, he has no chip, there is no way to find his Owner, and you say you found him on the beach half dead?”
A gentle female voice and young child in chorus said “we did” stirring Dog to open one eye, that warm sun being a bright vet’s light shining upon him.
“Look he’s awake, he’s awake” came excited youth “can we keep him mummy, please?”
© Justine Nagaur Eclecticoddsnsods.com
Hehe, well that was a spontaneous write, but the story had been dwelling in pieces, morphing and changing for a few days now, but completing only upon writing. It is not the style that I wrote for “The Darkness” that being far more ‘creative writing’ but I felt this style suited the length and punchiness of the story I was trying to get across.
What do you think, did you like it?
Did it tweek any emotions, any questions?
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