I know I just posted a Sammy story, but after reading through my past posts, she was the only character I was excited about revisiting for Thain in Vain’s flash fiction challenge this week. The prompt: Revisit a favourite character from one of your past #FFC52 stories and write a new story about this character using the word “oyster” somewhere in it.
Surprisingly, I’m only slightly over the word count at 529. When the character flows like Sammy does, 500 words comes really fast. I hope you enjoy!
A Treat for Sammy
I’m sitting at Mom’s feet while she’s busy doing whatever it is she does with the box in front of her and even though she’s focused on her clicking, every once in a while she reaches down and pets my head and scratches my ears. It’s my favorite thing. Gruff already tried to get in on the love, but I growled at him until he hunkered down in the corner. This is my time with Mom and I’m not sharing.
It lasts long enough that my eyelids grow heavy and my head starts to droop.
But it never quite lasts long enough.
Mom pushes the chair back, making a god-awful screech. My ears twitch and the hair on my back stands on end. I jump up, ready to bolt to a safer noise place, but there’s no need. The noise stops as soon as Mom stops pushing on the chair and I decide it’s safe to follow her into the kitchen.
“Honey, I’m going to start dinner.”
Dad continues pacing back and forth in the living room. “What are you making?”
“I thought I’d try something new tonight – Oyster Stew. What do you think?”
“Is that for Sammy, cause you know I won’t eat it.” His pacing has brought him close to me and he leans down to scratch my ears.
Mom laughs. “There’s left over fried chicken for you and the kids if you prefer, although, I think you all need to start trying new things.”
Dad holds my muzzle and looks into my eyes, “What do you think, Sammy? Does Oyster Stew sound good to you?”
My tongue hangs out and I lean into his hand. All I know is that Mom is in the kitchen and if I’m not mistaken, it will soon smell delicious in the house.
Dad finally gets up and I saunter over to the kitchen. Mom has something in her hand that she just opened and I almost fall over it smells so good. I don’t know what it is, but I’m going to do everything in my power to get some. I might be a good girl, but I’m not too good to beg.
I plop my butt down on Mom’s feet and let my tongue hang out of my mouth while I stare at her hand.
Oh please, oh please, oh please.
Mom looks at me then looks to see where Dad is. I follow her eyes and notice Dad has paced into the other room. I look back at her and lift my eyebrows. Will she?
Smiling, she leans down and holds her hand out to me. I lick the treat out of her hand and swallow it, letting the juices run down the back of my throat. It’s hard to hold my eyes still. They want to roll around in their sockets, it’s so good. I lick her hand again, wishing for more but knowing I’m probably pushing my luck for another.
She whispers, “Don’t tell Dad. It’s our secret,” and with a quick swipe of her hand, she puts another into my mouth.
I must have done something right today!
Mom is so good to me.