FFHT - Milk Bar

 Fun Fun FunOver at Murphy and Stanley's place it is last Friday of the month story day... click to read more!!!.

They give us a prompt sentence, which we have to weave into our tale (highlighted), but the story can go anywhere it wants to... the approach on MY TAKE TOO is to use photo prompts so for this theme I seek to do my usual but incorporate the FFHT prompt as well.
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Kali-Bindu* sat silent.  Meditative.  

Blinking at her, I offered pennies for thoughts. Still the silence settled between us. I lay down on the concrete.  Not exactly the most welcoming surface, but I could see that unless I showed some level of deference, this conversation was going to remain very one-sided. 

Kali-Bindu didn't even twitch her nose.  Her tail moved not one millimetre. Not the slightest shift in position. 

I slid forward very slowly, opening my mouth a little, panting with the effort.

"Stop right there!" Her voice was so suddenly there, I stopped out of surprise as much as compliance.

Letting out a whuffing sigh, Kali-Bindu started talking. "Puppies.  Every year they come, they drain, they muck up, they disappear. Some are good.  Some not so much. THIS lot now? Total tyrants the lot of them. All males.  All alpha. All greedy as the pigs in the next street. Then, just when I thought it couldn't get any worse, five turn into six...." She stopped and looked pointedly at me.

Darn it, but my tail started up all on its own, the back end just wouldn't stop wriggling. I snuck a bit closer again. 

"I don't have the milk to give you pup, off with you!"

Unable to help myself, I scampered right up to her and turned somersaults all round her. I tried to kiss her cheek and nibble a teet. Her nose came round and nudged me sideways. 

"Steady on little girl, I'm a bit tender there... how come you're on your own anyway?"

"A man took me from mother...and...and...and... it was miles and miles and miles and milesssssssss from here...and...and...then I ran away cuz his little boy kept pulling my tail and hitting my head and...and...and....."

Kali-Bindu nosed me again.  "Come on then, over to the bushes.  I need to lie down and sleep. You drink all you need. If my boys turn up, you have to fight for your place. Okay?"

I leaped for joy. "Okayokayokayokayokay......"


(c) Yamini Ali MacLean  2014

*Kali = black, Bindu = drop.  New visitors, note that there is a category called Canine Chronicles you may enjoy!


4 comments:

  1. Wow, you have knocked this one out of the park. What a wonderful story! Thanks for pawticipating!

    Your pals,

    Murphy & Stanley

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  2. I'm so glad that everything turned out okay. What a sweet story. ♥

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  3. Oh that is such a lovely story. I feel loads better now.
    Thank you ever so much dear Yam Aunty!
    Toodle pip!
    Bertie.

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  4. Such a sweet story.
    Linda and Astro

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