SACRIFICIAL SHEPHERD

Busted because I was afraid to say ‘no.’ Idiot.

They say Christ died for our sins, but what good did that do, for Him or for us?

I think God got himself killed so he’d understand fear.

You act stupid when you’re afraid. Now He knows, and forgives.

GRIEF (IN DOG YEARS)

The night the old dog died he convulsed for hours, tears and juices mingling on the ground.

“Don’t clean it up,” I said.

Next morning the young pup sniffed, then leapt at the throat of the dog next door until we had to kick him off.

Alpha male redux.

Flash Fiction

A new form of writing called Flash Fiction has sprung up on the Internet. These mini-narratives are limited to 50 words - within you must establish a character, point of view and tell a story. The British website MiniWords runs an annual writing contest and features some really exceptional writing in this genre.

I've been experimenting with it all week. It is a fascinating discipline for a writer, trying to creative a narrative when each precious word must do double or triple duty.