I entered this in the Ad Hoc Fiction flash fiction contest the other week (write 150 words or less, using the word ‘bark’ somewhere), and while I was pleased it got selected for the voting process, it didn’t win. Boo hiss. So I thought I may as well put it up here.
‘I wanna doggie!’
King Fortescue eyed his daughter. She already had two unicorns, a dragon and a Pegasus, which she never bloody flew on, and now she wanted a dog? How would he get one of those? Their family didn’t live on the Earth side of the Divide.
He put this to Fifi. ‘I wanna doggie!’ she bellowed.
He summoned two manservants, and sent them on a long, dangerous voyage across Fairyland, over Death Mountain and the Sea of Hopelessness, and through the Divide. Months later they returned, battered and bruised, dragging a barking terrier behind them.
‘Your dog, Fifi,’ gestured the King.
‘I don’t want one any more. I want a cat.’
‘A cat! Wanna kitty!’
The King shrugged. He glanced at his manservants and then at the door. They traipsed out.
The dog peed on the rug. The King had it fed to the dragon.