Hello, fellow Fictioneers and random bystanders alike! And Happy New Year. I thought this as good a time as any to get my blog going again, as well as get back into the swing of doing Friday Fictioneers! I must apologize that my story isn’t very happy, as is my style. It’s not exactly sad, either. It’s more just life. It has a slight language warning, but I don’t think it’s too bad. Just one word that I’m sure most of us hear once, maybe twice a day, at least. And, as always, it’s 100 words on the dot. I hope you enjoy it!
Maggie Climbs Trees
I grew up watching Maggie climb trees.
I grew up listening to Dad yell at Maggie for climbing trees. He said it was unnatural for a dog.
I grew up listening to Dad yell at Mom for a lot of things. For everything. For nothing.
I grew up watching Mom yell back at Dad. For scaring us. For being an asshole. For always talking without listening.
I grew up watching Maggie cower under the couch as Mom and Dad yelled.
I grew up watching Maggie climb trees, wondering why she bothered coming down. I wished I could climb trees, too.