I’m multitasking this morning. Trying to cram down breakfast, put on makeup and post my story for Friday Fictioneers at the same time. Then it’s off to work. 97 words this go around.
“Nice doggie,” whispered Jolie.
Huddled against the fence she faced a mouthful of Pit Bull teeth. Which would be worse–the whipping she’d get for losing Grandma’s ring or to be eaten alive by a junkyard dog?
A few inches from the behemoth’s haunch, moonlight glinted off the sapphire. With her eyes fixed on his, she slid her hand toward the ring, hoping he wouldn’t notice.
But he snapped to his feet with a roaring bark and lunged.
Her heart thrashed against her ribs.
In one ferocious bite the Copperhead skulking toward her met a grisly fate.