Wandering aimlessly,
The sound of sorrow overcomes her.
She pauses, frozen in place
Waiting for the wailing to stop.
Every fiber of her being
Is tense, on alert.
She hesitates, hoping her fears
Are all in her head.
Dread fills her as she realizes it’s all over…
...she stepped on the stupid dog’s tail – again.
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15 comments:
Animals are running amok tonight!
I'm glad you didn't get snapped at!
Loved your clumsy 55 Rachel...:P
Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week-End
Ouch... a 55 packed with fear and producing a sympathetic spine-chill went I got to the end. Nice one!
hehe....mine is a cat and she fights back if you do that...then you howl....
Very clever. It amazes me the creativity with these 55's.
too fun.. here is was waiting for this horrid end, now I laugh..fabulous ~
Poor puppy. But that'll teach him to sleep on your side of the bed.
LOL. So naturally the world came to an end.
Love the twist! not the poor dogs tail-
Have to say I have had some howling at my place too. Thanks.
We are definitely on the same page this 55, Girl. Thank god mine have cropped tails--I'd be mashing them to jelly the way they live under my feet.
With two poochies wandering our household, their stepped-on tails screams are indeed part of life here. Especially the dacshund, he's always schelpping about.
Fun 55 whooohoo.
xo
wow! fears seem always 'larger' than the actual threat!
You cracked me up!
Phew...nice ending! Nice 55!
This was cool!
poetic and vivid capture of fears....
keep it up.
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