Scruffy

“Mom, PLEASE,” four year old Ema said as pulled on her mothers, “Kiss the Cook,” apron, “Use your geeps Mom please!”

“Honey,” her mother said, “It has been two weeks two weeks since Scruffy was taken from our backyard. The GPS won’t do any good, just pray that he can use the map in his head. He’s a small dog sweetie, but I’m sorry we just don’t have the money to go driving around town again today.”

That night Ema slept on the couch, and remained there until her Mother woke her with a blood curdling scream.

“Mom,” Ema said, “Lookit, Scruffy is back Scruffy is back!”

With a growl that sounded more Bear than a tiny dog, Scruffy lunged at Ema blood dripping from the wounds on his face and hole where Scruffys eye was dangling, looking like the worlds most disgusting Bungee as it dangled back and forth as Scruffy attacked the little girl over and over, refusing to stop until Ema’s body lay still.

 

Five Sentence Fiction time! This week the word was MAPS. Make sure to check out the others as well!

Lillie McFerrin Writes

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7 thoughts on “Scruffy”

  1. Ghoulish and fiendish — smacks of Stephen King’s Cujo —- but in 5 sentences.

    I thought it really interesting that the map was in the dog’s head. Great twist to this piece.

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