This is for Sonya’s Three Line Tales photo prompt.
photo by Jake Oates via Unsplash
He’s here again, always comes alone, takes one of us away with him, big ones he likes best, bitch, dog, no matter.
He watches us, eyes strange and cruel, and I watch his hands, feel the pain that comes from them, smell his smell of fear.
Get down, dog, I say to me, hide—he smells of blood.
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Although perhaps ‘like’ is the wrong term to use here. Such a cruel and senseless sport, dogfighting.
There is something in the human psyche that shouldn’t be there, that’s for sure.
Scary one!
People scare me too.
Ha ha.. 😀
It’s true!
I agree!
Interesting use of action and voice, all in three lines. I was pulled right in! Good work.
Thank you!
Sharp and shocking. There is no limit to the nastiness of humans.
No, there isn’t. I wasn’t depressed today; the weather is glorious, so I thought I’d write something to deflate my balloon of happiness.
The darkness that lurks within is unassailed by mere happiness ….
That sounds almost Shakespearian.
Better go and lie down … I must be feverish!
Or just having a brainstorm.
I’m a walking brainstorm … its my default!
Could be worse. Far too many people are braindead.
I agree.
It sends a chill down the spine. Great imagination. 🙂
Thank you!
Very descriptive with only 3 line!
Thank you 🙂
scary dark one…
Thank you 🙂
tried cascade last day for Sue Vincent this week photo prompt…and new episode of Once had been posted with a twist…
I’ll have a look 🙂
will wait for your comments…
The last sentence breaks my heart. To see a being so broken that it orders itself to yield to another… even before the beating comes. Abuse is a nasty bastard.
Right. Abuse of anything. It doesn’t matter if it isn’t human, it’s the fact of abusing another weaker than oneself that is so ugly.
Indeed.
Powerful!
Just…wow
Great story!
Thanks! It’s one of the many issues I feel strongly about.
And it really shows. Well done!
Thanks 🙂