This is for the Terribleminds Flash Fiction Challenge 9-2-11: “100 Words [or less] on the Subject of Revenge.” Somehow, I’ve managed to make it exactly 100 words. So I am special.
Good Dog
Of course they couldn’t keep the goddamned puppies. Was he made of fucking money?
He beat her with a coat hanger for being stupid, did the same to the kid for good measure. When the dog tried to protect them, he shot it.
He threw the bagful of puppies into the river on his way back to the bar.
It was late when he got home and stumbled into the kid’s room, unbuckling his belt.
A growl from the corner stopped him in his tracks. There, a pair of eyes burned with purple fire.
The dog was waiting for him.
Roger Kilbourne 