The bedraggled, tri-legged mewed at my feet. I hoisted him onto the sofa pillow.
“Oh,” gasped Emily. “What happened?”
“Lucky?” I took my thumb and gently dug into the fur under his malformed neck.
“Lucky?”
“When I was six, he tackled a small bobcat on our family’s campout while I was playing by the campfire.”
As I stroked his back his three-quarter-tail flopped. “Lost his tail jumping the back of a brown bear when Sis and I were out fishing.”
Lucky rolled to have his belly attended.
“We’re lucky to have him.”
“Purrrrrrrrr,” was all Lucky had to say.
Written for The Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge. Requirements: December 15, 2016 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) explore the importance of a name within a story. It can be naming an experience, introducing an extraordinary name, or clarifying a name (who can forget Who’s on First). Go where the prompt leads.
We had a dog named Lucky, he was lucky to survive because it was a rotten DOG.
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Hahaha
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AWWWW…sounds like Lucky is the lucky one, to have so much love.
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Amen!
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Thanks for the read!
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I always enjoy your posts, especially your stories. 🙂
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Thansk… I love having the readers who consistently read them. I am restarting my Flash Fiction Community this coming year…. Why don’t you give one a try!
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I just may do that!
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Be …Grrrrreat! …to see you there!
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Roger, that’s a terrific flash fiction! Lucky has many stories behind his name and his family is lucky to have such a ferocious feline protector. Let me know when you start up your flash fiction, too! Thanks!
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I am starting teh new flash challenge this coming week. Thanks for all your encouragement. Sometimes your comments have come at just the right time
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Very devoted kitty, and one no one would want to lose. Loved the story.
The cat in the picture looks so much like my Little Red. He turned out to be a lot bigger cat than we thought. We called him our little red kitty with the attitude. He died the opposite of the way he arrived. He came from nowhere with one eye popped out of the socket. One day when he was around 6, he left and never returned. But never fear: He was already on his 12th life. 🙂
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Sounds like his middle name could have been “Plucky”.
Fun write!
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Lucky doesn’t say much…but his message is loud and clear….he is indeed lucky!
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Thanks for the read!
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