Flash Fiction: No Tresspassing

This wasn’t a place I wanted to be in.

The writing on the wall was literal and figurative – No Tresspassing. Everyone in town knew that these folks meant it. No one dared venture into territory controlled by the Videlli Family. They were unsavory characters and had dealings in all things illegal. However, here I was, looking for my Dalmation, Onyx. He had wandered off into these streets, chasing some stray. After sneaking around for fifteen minutes, I found Onyx snuggling with that stray. Only, that stray was wearing a tag that read Videlli.

It figured. Onyx was into bad girls…


Word Count: 100

Prompt:

Friday Fictioneers, 9th August 2019

15 comments

  1. I ditto Penny’s comments although dalmatian pups might be a bit hard to disguise. Sounds like he’s going to get caught. Sounds like a shotgun wedding is on the cards.
    Best wishes,
    Rowena

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