Microfiction: Warmth

The theme for Charli’s Carrot Ranch 99 word flash fiction is hygge. Here’s a version of hygge.

He dodged round the corner to get out of the sleet. In the car park entrance was an air vent. Warm. His face fell. The spot was taken. Two lads raised their heads. He shrank back.

“Room for another,” one of the lads said and elbowed a big black dog. “Shove over, Prince, Bounty, getoutofit.”

He sank gratefully between the two dogs.

“Bounty just had pups so she’s a bit snarly.”

Bounty raised questioning eyes and the boy smiled at her. Bounty smiled back.

He sank into the friendly warmth and Bounty laid her head gently in his lap.

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

21 thoughts on “Microfiction: Warmth”

  1. We have a Welsh Corgi who is on the small side. You never realize how much warmth he contains until he gets up and walks away after sleeping on the floor at your side. Then when you beg for his return, he shoots you a look as if to say, “What’s all the fuss? I’m always this warm.” Which, after all is the point I suppose. Really great flash!

    1. Thank you! Anyone who has had a dog can understand why someone living on the street would want a canine companion. Some of them keep a dog for protection, but most of them are just ordinary friendly dogs who need a home as much as their human companions.

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