By Jacqui Pack
She’s out of sight for ten seconds, tops.
When I call, she bursts from the undergrowth, tail circling, her jaws working. I reach down as she nears, assuming there’s grass caught between her back teeth. My fingers grasp a fine cord. Without thinking, I tug. Her head jerks closer. She yanks away; my hand moves forward. Disbelief makes me pull again. The cord snaps.
Back home, alone, her image stares out from my lock-screen. They examine the x-rays, then call. “Your pulling the line embedded the hook in her throat. Forceps should reach it. We’ll ring once she’s out of theatre.”
Child? Dog? Fish??? Needs a little more exposition, I think.
We can probably discount child and fish due to the tail and teeth that may have grass in.
I have to admit I was picturing a big cat and some kind of gamekeeper, but yeah, a dog is rather more likely!
Definitely pictured a dog!
I love this. A great story should always leave you wanting to know what happens.
Oh what horror! Anxious moments that I felt with you.
Horrible scene. Had me writhing. Great writing.
Well, yes…dog fishing…who doesn’t do that to relieve boredom? I can hear the fisherman saying to his pub mates, “You should have seen the size of the one that got away! Cool story.