I'd like to extend my thanks to Jezzaz for coming up with the concept for this effort and for his gracious invitation to participate. He's an excellent writer and if you're not familiar with his work, I'd consider taking a look at
his oeuvre
.
For someone who considers himself loquacious while others consider me long-winded and without the ability to shut up, this was quite the challenge. 750 words. Oy. I often have stories with a baseline of 11,000 words and go up to 30,000. I enjoyed the challenge and had a good time participating.
The other writers participating are immensely talented (not that I'm jealous of the bastards). I strongly recommend reading their offerings.
This story is about Buttercup, a puppy introduced to the Corrigan family in "A Montauk Christmas" and was gifted to Cynthia, their young daughter. The story is told from Buttercup's perspective.
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He stands at my side, huge and unafraid. He is Dink and this is his domain. We watch as Cynthia walks toward William, unsteady, legs wobbly. Stopping, she waits and then moves towards hot box of good smells. Dink looks to me. I run forward and stop between Cynthia and box with meat.
I'm Buttercup and Cynthia is my Good Girl. "No, Cynthia!" I say. "No, hot box! No, hurt!" Cynthia cries. I lie at her feet. William come. Finn come. Dink come. Dink rest his head on my back.
Days go by. Warmer out. Follow Dink's look. Tree. Squirrel! Nasty, bad invader. Buttercup yell with Dink. "Bad squirrel! Go squirrel!" Dink protect. Buttercup protect. Jennifer primitive speak. She say, "Good boy, Dink. Good girl, Buttercup." Jennifer laugh. Jennifer give treat. Squirrel run.