It was a place where myth met history. I was proud to be looking up at the ancient buildings.
I had heard stories of when the place was full of life. Servants and magistrates scurrying across the brick courtyard, scattering the children at play.
Now it was empty.
Empty, but it was as if they had left a few minutes ago. I expected to see a person at one of the doorways, offering a treat.
It had only been two years since the great plague. Seems like a lifetime.
I wagged my tail and barked, so happy to be there.
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The picture seems to be taken from a dog-eyed point of view, or a very small child. I’m assuming the camera was about two feet off of the ground.
So the story.
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word count = 100
Friday Fictioneers is hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. This week’s prompt is here and uses a photo by @ © David Stewart. If you want to join or see other stories, go to the inlinkz linkup.
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There’s something to think about. I wonder how the animals we’ve domesticated would react if we were suddenly gone. Intriguing take.
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Some would have a hard time (cows?), some would return to nature (cats?). They’d miss opposable thumbs, but be able to cope. Thanks.
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Great perspective and a hint of hope that a good dog will always bring to the scene!
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Great take of the photo prompt Trent 🙌
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Thanks!
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Haha. Nice one. I didn’t expect that ending. Now the courtyard is his oyster.
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That fabulous palace is all his! Now if only he had opposable thumbs so he could work the doors and get inside….
Thanks.
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Haha. Yes!
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I like the loyalty of the dog, the expectation that humans will always be there to take care of them. It looks like he is doomed to live once more in the wild.
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There is something in the back of their canine minds that like to rely on humans, but I think this guy is enjoying a little independence from his humans.
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Great twist! Sounds like the dog has come home maybe.
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Maybe not home, but at the very least a place he wanted to be.
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Interesting comment about the photographic perspective. You’re very perceptive and I like your little dog too.
Tracey
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I do a lot with the visual arts, so things like perspective stand out. Thanks :)
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A dog! What a great twist :)
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There were a few hints, but.. Thanks!
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A dog’s life for sure.
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Yep. No more “Down boy!” or “Don’t eat that!”
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An interesting and original take.
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Thanks.
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Unique perspective in more ways than one. It does look like it was snapped from close to the ground.
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Thanks! There are certain rules of perspective when drawing makes this look like the camera was very low, so I ran with it, tail/tale wagging…
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You’re welcome :)
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Dear Trent,
Aw, now I want to hug this little tale-wagger and tell him it’s going to be okay. Fun twist.
Shalom,
Rochelle
PS it’s not a misspell. ;)
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Well, we made it through -this- one, but what about the next, even worse, plague? lol, Thanks. I stopped at that word for a second, flipped a mental coin and chuckled when it came up heads 😉😁
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Loved the late reveal on the POV. I often have the same feeling when visiting old places. Surely there are more than enough of those at the moment… stores, theaters, homes… all abandoned. And plenty of stray dogs and other pets left to go wild as well. A different world we live in these days. Thankful not to be living in the car, or under a bridge. Post-plague society at it’s best…
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I’m sure, two years after out own great plague that there could be places like this. I was thinking the next one, when there are no human survivors, but it feels right with the one we just had…
Glad you are not living out of a car or under a bridge! Too many are.
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There shall be plagues and rumors of plagues… or is that war(s)… both are about the same. sigh… Watched another elderly neighbor forced out this week by the rent increase. I hope they had a place to go. They looked so devastated that my heart ached for them.
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That’s sad. There does seem to need to be a safety net for people in this country, particularly for the elderly and others on fixed incomes.
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My husband who is now legally blind was recently refused transportation services because of a mere $ 0.10 cents per hour income. Over a year, that mere 10 cents wouldn’t even cover one Uber lift one way to or from work. Yet, between the epilepsy and the blindness he cannot legally drive. There is a great disparity in our country. People who want to work can’t get hired, and those who are too lazy to even get off their duff and try to find work get the red carpet in services.
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That is pretty awful – 0.10/hr is nothing. I mean, I understand cutoffs, but perhaps something a little more reasonable than that.
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We call in the gap between needing a few services and being completely self-sufficient. It’s a terrible place to be.
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It dies seem to be
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At least he’s home…
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And happy to be there…
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Aww lovely, a real twist in the tale (tail).
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Thanks
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Well done, Trent!
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Thanks, Colleen :)
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You’re welcome.
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I thought only cockroaches and Twinkies would be the only things left after the apocalypse. :-)
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I think you are correct for a nuclear apocalypse, but a biological one? I’ll give dogs a fighting chance to survive with the cockroaches. As to Twinkies, they may survive the sun becoming a red giant…
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