The Wind in his Face

friday fictioneers 2.15.19

The Wind in his Face

“Walk, boy? Wanna go walk?” the human gushed.

Frank the Pug growled “Why in the seven suns of Satornia would I have wings if I wanted to walk!” What his human heard was “bark, bark, grrrrrr, BARK!”

Frank looked around for some means of escape, to feel the wind in his face. Ah, the window was open just a crack. With a leaping twist, he freed himself of the human and bounded for the window, wings flaring behind him. “FREEDOM!” He cried. His head went through, but his wings stuck firmly behind the window frame. “Crap and kibbles” growled Frank.

Word count 100

For Friday Fictioneers, do pop over and give a read to some great flash fiction.

Til next time ~Peace ~JPP

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