I wrote this last year in my English Composition class. We had to think of a six word short story, make that our title, and then write a short, short story.
She sat on her porch on a sunny afternoon reading her favorite book. Her parents were inside arguing again. The sun was in her eyes and there was no breeze. The bottoms of her legs were stuck to her chair and she was covered in sweat. She was hungry and parched but didn’t want to go inside to her parents. She wasn’t in the mood.
He needed some fresh air. He had been watching football all day and was sick of sitting on the couch. His dog was looking out the window, longing. The boy snapped her leash on and took her outside. It was nice to finally stretch his legs he thought as he took the dog around the block. The dog did her business by her favorite tree and the boy started the walk back to his house. The dog had other plans. It led the boy down another street, then another. He didn’t complain. It was nice to be in the fresh air.
She finished her chapter and looked down her deserted, dead end street. No one ever walked down here.
He continued to follow his dog as she led him down yet another street, this one was a dead end. Great. He thought. What is she up to now?
She saw a boy and a dog come onto her street. As he got closer she realized she knew him from somewhere.
He started down the street and saw a girl sitting on her porch. He knew her from somewhere. The dog led the boy to the sidewalk in front of her house. He could hear yelling inside.
She saw him stop in front of her house. She heard glass breaking inside. Great.
He wondered what was going on. The dog ran up the porch steps to the girl. The boy had no choice to follow.
She was shocked that he was now standing on her porch. The yelling got even louder.
“Parents?” He guessed.
She nodded.
“Wanna take a break?” He asked.
“Sure.” She answered. After peeling her legs off of her chair she carefully set her book down, and followed the boy and his dog.
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