The Adventures of the Cute Assistant

Guess what, it’s Wednesday. That means it’s time for the Indies Unlimited Flash Fiction Challenge vote (wow, that was a mouthful). I just want to make this clear though, they went out of their way to make my life difficult this week.

I mean seriously, cute assistant… what the heck is that about? Personally, I think they went out of their way to find the strangest thing for me to work with (It could happen, I am important you know). Anyway, check out the story then head on over to Indies Unlimited and give me some voting love.

The Adventures of the Cute Assistant

The little white Terrier acts as the assistant to a wildlife photographer. His keen senses can detect, long before hers, when something interesting is about to happen.

Cute Assistant

Photo by K. S. Brooks

It’s a plan that made perfect sense except for one thing. He’s just too cute. Over the years, she has missed shots of the Loch Ness Monster, Sasquatch, Mothman, and the Easter Bunny. Here he is trying to alert his human to something unusual looming just over the treeline. Once again, she is taking a picture of him instead.

Knowing disaster may strike if he doesn’t act quickly…

With her camera set on the tripod she stepped off to the side and used the shutter cord to ensure she would have the steadiest shot. But it was never to be. The earth shook and trembled as she squeezed the button for the initial picture.

“There, look there,” he barked. “Why can’t you see?” His words, no more than excited yips and barks as he danced around. His eyes locked on the creature in the distance.

“Did you feel that, Mr. Pickles?” she asked. “I haven’t felt an earthquake that strong since our time in Tokyo.” A few more shots to finish the set, she thought. She scanned the sky and coming dark clouds. “We need to get out of here soon. There’s a storm coming.”

Mr. Pickles stopped barking long enough to stare at her. Amazed that she would miss another amazing shot, he thought of what he might do to push her attention to the right direction. With a quick lick of his chops he knew what needed to be done.

With a last bark in her direction he sprinted off into the distance, toward the source of the “quake.” “Mr. Pickles!” she called after him but he pushed down harder and refused to come back.

Only as she chased after him did she look into the sky and see the ship as it fired beams of light at the earth below. When a beam struck Mr. Pickles, he disappeared before her eyes.


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