Flash Fiction, Writing

The Church Grim

I was the best guard dog in my life, so naturally, they gave me the job. My owners were sad when I died. I heard them weeping as I lay on the ground after getting hurt from the coyote that was going after our chickens. I fought it off with all my might. I think I injured him, too. It hurt too much to move. I wanted to lick them to tell them I was okay. I did my job. I was a good dog.

Writing, Writing Prompt

Writing Prompt: A midwife in the 50s at her solo delivery.

  “You’ve done the training, Mary, you can do this.” Mary said to herself as she knocked on the door nervously. She spent years at school and shadowing the best midwives in the area; now, it’s her turn. Mary was called in a half hour ago. She wasn’t supposed to be on call, either, but… Continue reading Writing Prompt: A midwife in the 50s at her solo delivery.