It’s eyes followed me round the room.

An ugly porcelain dog sitting in a doughnut.

‘You want sugar?’ the old lady asked.

‘No, ma’am. Just milk.’

She handed me the cup filled with weak tea. She shuffled to a chair.

All the while the damn dog had it’s eye on me.

‘Thanks for letting me come in and talk to you about your home insurance.’ I scanned the room. It was full of ornaments. Had to be worth something. Not much security either.

‘You’re welcome, I get so little company these days.’ Sweet old lady. It would be a shame stealing from her, but business was business.

She was smiling at me weird. I felt light-headed.

The room was spinning. The cup slipped off the saucer, crashing to the floor. The tea. I gasped for air. My back hit the plush carpet.

I heard shuffling. She stood over me holding that dog sitting in a doughnut. The little old lady gave it a heft.

Last thing I remember was that damn porcelain dog smashing into my face.

Copyright Yinglan

Written as part of Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. The challenge is to write a flash fiction story or poem in around 150 – 175 words, based on the weekly photo prompt. Thanks as always to the challenge host Priceless Joy. For more information visit HERE.

To read other stories based on this week’s prompt, visit HERE

34 responses to “DOG DAY”

  1. Well, the tables have turned on him. I guess all sweet old ladies need to be a bit careful. (Though, I guess this one might have not been that sweet after all)

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  2. He got his just desserts. I wonder how/ where your fake insurance salesman will wake up – tied up in the cellar? Or in a police cell?

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