This week’s 100-word story is inspired by this photograph provided by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
I hate this shower, Duke thought.
I’m clean. I played for three hours in the lake.
Why are they torturing me this way?
How would they like this foamy white stuff all over them? It’s inhumane.
And that smell. It smells like those little purple flowers in the garden. I can’t stand being near those flowers.
Finally, they’re finished. Three wet towels. Heh. Heh. Bet if I shake hard, they’ll let me out of this jail cell.
“Ahh. Duke. Do you have to do that every time?”
Yep, now open that door. I have a lake to conquer.