OLD MR PETTIGREW

 Old Mr Pettigrew fell downstairs.  He wasn't wearing his pendant - silly Mr Pettigrew.  He was found by the milkman next day and taken to hospital.

"You need new slippers."  "That stair carpet's a death trap."  " You're too old to be living alone."

Mr Pettigrew shouted at the doctor, "Stop treating me like a child.  I fought in the Battle of Britain before you were even thought of."

"Now, now," said the doctor soothingly, "Don't let's lose our temper."

Mr Pettigrew hit the doctor with his bedpan and discharged himself.  Old Mr Pettigrew now wears new slippers and lives in a bungalow.

 

Nice one!

My horse has grown a horn in the night. Excited, I jump on his back and he sprouts wings, flying into the air. “Oh Kopenhagen, where are we going?!?” “I’m taking you home”. We fly up and up through the clouds and ride a star far, far above space to where things are still young. We land and I jump off his back. When I turn round a beautiful boy is stood there, wings arcing down to his feet. “Kopenhagen? Is that you?” “Yes it’s me, we’re home now.” And we were, and I never let him go.

Well done, paolo1982.  I like it.  Very imaginative.

Aw, ta very much :)

I guess you could call us soul mates. 

In actual fact, he rescued me.  There I was, starving and homeless, just an outcast with nowhere to go.  My body black and blue from the cruelty men can inflict.

I was tentative at first; unwilling to trust anyone, especially another man. 

You understand right?  The scars of abuse take time to heal - but they did heal.  Gradually he nursed those small seeds of kindness and within a year they had blossomed into something wonderful.  Something I never thought I would find again.  Happiness.

And so I am faithful.  When he comes home from work I am right at the door to greet him, tail wagging.

My hero.

 I like your story, Steve, very heart-warming and well written.

 

Old Mr Pettigrew was written for the Age Concern West Sussex annual literary competition this year, where it won first prize in the 100 word story category and I hope to be entering another one for 2009.  It's quite a challenge getting exactly 100 words but worth the effort.

 Steve nice use of a twist perspective and a tight narrative. I do 50 word stories and some poems on 

http://ramdom-short-stories.blogspot.com/

“Don’t touch the frogs in the Garden” Amanda tells her young daughter Poppy who has a fascination with all creatures - once leading to her killing ellie the goldfish by taking her out of her tank for a "hug".

 

Five minutes later, Amanda is called to the garden, “Mummy Mummy look what this little frog has done, he likes to drive my Barbie Jeep!”. Amanda tries not to laugh at the image before her as a little frog is sat driver’s side of the toy jeep.”I told you not to touch the frogs poppy”. “Mummy I didn’t he jumped right in”