Flash Fiction 9 – The Decision

They sat high on the ridge, watching the flickering campfires below. The night was cold and vast, the sky a glittering dome of stars. The dry grasses rattled in the wind.

“If we join them we lose our freedom,” Rill muttered.

“If we stay here we starve,” Ella said, “There’s warmth, food, a future down there.”

“And servitude,” Rill snapped.

“We don’t know that for sure. And what is the freedom you speak of? To be always at the mercy of an ungrateful earth that doesn’t care if we live or die?”

Graff, the eldest of the tribe, raised his head, “We have to think of the young Rill.”

“No way,” Rill said with disgust, “You too Graff?”

“I can’t take it out here anymore, not after last winter. Go your way. We will go ours.”

With that, Graff stood up. Followed by Ella and the others, he began walking slowly toward the camp.

*  *  *  *  *

And that was how the domesticated dogs split from the wild.

For the ancestors of Rill there were icy wastelands and hostile deserts, the thrill of the chase, the camaraderie of the feast, the danger of hunters, and years of famine and plenty.

For the ancestors of Graff there were daily meals, warm beds, dog groomers, absurd bandannas and dog fancy-dress pageants.

And sharing their owners’ homes with their eternal enemies – the cats.

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4 thoughts on “Flash Fiction 9 – The Decision

  1. Entertaining as always and so spot on. Just like any choice or way of life, you are trading one thing for another. Do I stay at the job I dislike because it affords me certain comforts? Or do I risk it, go out on my own, and possibly struggle to pay the bills?

    And I love the ending-stuck with their eternal enemies. I wonder what the cats think about all this? I think they are likely more put off by the arrangement 🙂

    • Thank you so much! And thanks for your kind mention on your site recently (and for including me in the company of Michael Alexander Chaney (one of the legends of WordPress!))

      There’s a real value in regular writing and blogging I think – see you back here for more flash fiction next week 🙂

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