Daily Writing Challenge

F-25

TIme to write seven hundred words. This challenge is almost over. So close I can taste it three more days to keep it up, Then there is level two of the challenge. Omg i am considering keeping this up all the way through May. I cut my thumb pretty good tonight cutting apart ribs. Actually I used my knife like a fork and slit the tip of my thumb pulling the knife back out. It really did not hurt or bleed very much so I guess it was not too bad, though it is the first time in a long while that I have cut myself deep enough to make me bleed. I am usually so careful. Tonight I just got stupid.

Trying out the Daily flash fiction prompt for today

Prompt for 2/25

Write a story that includes the line: "What is this supposed to be?"

Have fun!



"What is this supposed to be?"

"I have no idea," I answered offhand.

Her hands slammed to her hips. "Would you at least look at it before you answer me?"

I sighed and turned to face her. She was standing over a large pile of filthy white fluff. It looked like someone had sheared a sheep and wadded it up in the middle of the living room floor. I cocked my head to the side and tried to make sense of it in my own mind. "I still have no idea."

She sighed at me. "Didn't you put it there?"

"Me, no, didn't you?" That was when it sneezed. She took two steps back. I leaned forward. "Is it alive?"

She stared at me like I was stupid. Then she jumped back as the fluff revealed two shiny black eyes and a wet black nose. It took a step, though I couldn't discern actual feet. Unfortunately, the step was towards my wife. She squealed and leaped onto the sofa. That was when the lump of fluff whimpered. I got on my knees and crawled towards it. It stumbled over its fluff in my direction. It sniffed my hand as I outstretched it. "How did you get in here, little guy?"

"Mommy! You found Peanut!" Our daughter June squealed on entering the living room.

"Who is Peanut?" My wife barked at her.

This time, I looked at her like she was stupid and gestured at the lump of fluff.

June ran to the fluff, wrapped her arms around the poor thing, defining a neck with her headlock. "Oh, peanut you had me so worried."

"Junie, where did peanut come from?"

"Under a bush at the park."

My wife squealed, "And you brought it home?"

"She didn't have anywhere to go!"

I wondered where June could have gotten the idea that the lump of fluff was female. I couldn't even tell what species it was.

"Can we keep her?"

"Absolutely not!" My wife spat.

"We need to find out what Peanut is before we even think of keeping it," I said in a more normalized tone.

"How do we do that?"

I left the room and came back with my electric shaver. I attacked the fluff with the device, following memories I had from spending time in 4H in high school. Forty-five minutes later, I finally answered my wife. "She is supposed to be a teacup poodle, darling. Peanut still needed a bath and the living room floor needed a shearing of its own, but that is how we came about being dog owners.


I edited this in its own item and submitted it to the Daily Flash Fiction Challenge and The Bradbury Challenge. With thirty seven mintutes to spare on the contest and thirty seven minutes to get one hundred more words to complete this challenge for today before today becomes tomorrow. I'm tired, and my wife is snoring beside me. I have cats and dogs snuggled around my legs and feet, making my ankle hurt from being pressed into an unadvisable position. Yes I did figure out why my ankle was killing me. but It is not an easy fix. How do you tell a cat not to lie around your foot because it is causing problems. Even if you could tell them in a way they could understand, would they really care? Not my cats, or dogs, except for Gracie, she would care and then spiral into a raging panic attack I am sure. Over seven hundred thirty words for today, i think I'm done.