This week one of our dogs decided it would be fun to jump through a window (yes, it was closed) and slice open her leg (in two places), and then eat out the suture glue (twice). Now she’s downstairs crying because she hates the cone of shame. Maybe Papaw (story below) has some advice for me? Hmmmmm…

PHOTO PROMPT © Mr. Binks

Life on a Spit

“Here, Papaw? Seriously?” Rose moaned.

“Rosie! It’s the best chicken in town!”

Reluctantly pushing open the car door, she eyed the dark clouds. “I wanted a burger.”

“Yummmmm.” Grandpa inhaled, pointing through the glass. “See how the chicken spins around that heater?”

“Yeah. So?”

“Life’s kinda like that. By the time you’re old, you’ll have spent plenty of time in the fire, but it isn’t so bad. Gives you lots of…flavor.”

“Ewwwww. Flavor? Seriously?”

Papaw laughed and squeezed her hand. “It hurts now, but you’ll survive.

Rosie cracked a smile. “I guess chicken doesn’t sound all that bad.”

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As always, many thanks for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting Friday Fictioneers! Stop over and read a wonderful array of 100-word-fiction pieces based on this photo prompt!