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depictions by the rule of thirds; descriptions mostly freestyle words
Stuck on amber
Half grown and heavier than the oldest man-cub in the pack.
And teeth which crack a bone with ease but merely graze a hand in play.
The cat disdains, but fears in turn the one quick bite and shake
as mouth on mouse or fledgling bird so practised by the feline race.
Your strength’s the bond. Fashioned with love from amber, and ivory black.
Written for 5 sentence fiction: Strength – and dedicated to Amber. R.I.P
11 Comments on “Stuck on amber”
We had a lovely German name Queen when I was growing up, big, gentle and sweet, but was afraid of everything. Loved her, though. This picture and lovely story remind me so much of her. Thanks for posting.
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belated thanks for your comment Glynis – awaiting approval – she used to be afraid of rain beating down on the garage roof but has faced and overcome this with age
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Loved the photos of Amber
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she’s my daughter’s dog and loved by all
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Love the visuals your words evoke in this 🙂
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could say so much about her but the discipline of six word fiction meant reducing down to her elemental nature – thank you CC
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I wish I could have a dog!
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me too Lucy – what is stopping you? our lease prevents us
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Would be too restricting – travel, holidays etc. Would never want to send a close companion to kennels! There are also lots of dogs round here. I see dog owners having trouble with the way their dogs relate to other dogs while on walks and, however friendly the dogs, they clearly interfere with the enjoyment of dogless people on country walks and the beaches too. Indeed, the friendlier the dog, the more annoying it can be – and I’d want a friendly dog! (A border collie, for example.) If I lived deep in the woods, away from other people and never went on holiday, it might be different.
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friendly dogs give us dogless dog lovers moments of doggy bliss! the holdiays would indeed be such sweet sorrow
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Agreed – but if you are wearing your best clothes and a friendly dog leaps out of a ditch . . . training is really the point and I hope I’d train a dog better than many I meet. (Holidays remain though.)
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