
I didn’t plan to steal your dog, it just happened. A watery sun was rising, the morning still largely made of shadows. Slipping between the shadow of an acacia and the one lapping your house, I tried to walk right up without setting him barking. And he came to me, tail going like a metronome.
You must be musical because I saw the Steinway through your window. Perhaps you loved that piano more than your dog, or why was he locked out in the garden? I scratched his ear. He nuzzled my hand.
I left your music, but you didn’t deserve that dog. I call him Beethoven.
Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here
I like the musical theme to this, perhaps the dog needed some peace. Perhaps it found the owners music an irritation to its ears. I trust Beethoven will remain your faithfully companion, just don’t play piano music..a fun read.
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Thanks, James. I think the dog needed love, but I can’t check because he’s gone on the lam with the house-breaker
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Great fun, Neil, love it!
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Thanks so much
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What a wonderfully imaginative take on the prompt!
It was beautifully written (of course) and for me there were two outstanding pieces of description, “the morning still largely made of shadows” and “tail going like a metronome”. Lovely, original writing. Kudos!
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Thanks so much, Penny. It was a bit of whimsy, entirely spun from shadows
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Dear Neil,
Cute story. Love the irony of naming the dog Beethoven.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks, Rochelle
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A beautifully written piece Neil!
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Thank you so much
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Nicely written piece. Of course, there is the chance that he just happened to go past when the dog was outside for its daily half hour of sun, but rationalization is rationalization. I imagine the narrator will either have to move to another neighborhood or not walk the dog.
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Thanks, Joshua. I’m not at liberty to reveal where they’ve settled
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Novel take Neil, well written.
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Thanks, Iain
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Very novel take no doubt. Maybe Beethoven heeded his master’s voice__ his actual master’s. Loved this, Neil.
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Thanks so much, Neel
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I’m sure they’ll be very happy together! A wonderfully descriptive piece Neil.
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Thanks so much
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Poor Beethoven, no more music for him. Just the scratching of quills on parchment.
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And the gimmying of locks
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I wonder what he was really after – sneaking up to the house under cover of the shadows! I hope he won’t be disappointed that he only made off with the dog! Great story, Neil. I loved it.
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He was casing the joint. Thanks, Edith
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Ha ha ha, this looks like the start of a beautiful friendship. A thief with a guard dog as an accomplice would sure be an unbeatable combination.
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The trick is to infiltrate the dog first
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This is so great. I love it’s oddness, and beautiful sentences.
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Thanks so much, Claire. I looked at the pic and, like the movie, sometimes nothing can be a cool hand
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I loved where your story took me in my mind–the metronome tail, the sight of the Steinway through the window, and finally, the image of your character (I imagined an elderly man, but it could have been a teen, too) drinking tea with Beethoven sitting on his lap.
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Thanks so much, Jan. In my mind too he’s past his prime, a seasoned and discriminating thief
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Oh the irony of Beethoven! Loved his metronome tail. May they have many happy days together
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Thanks, Fatima
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Fun story. Made me think of a friend who had two dogs he named Beethoven and Steinway 🙂
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Thanks, Linda
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Love at first lick.
My brother had two tortoises he named after husband and wife rock celebs whose names I can’t remember, I’m delighted to say. Ozzy and someone, I think. One of them (the tortoises) died. My brother can’t quite make out whether the other is bereft or not.
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Thanks, Patrick
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Dogs need and know love. Good for Bet.
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Thanks, Stu
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How interesting. Great imagery here. Poor puppy.
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Thanks, Laurie. I think Beethoven was happy about te trade
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Love the imagery noted above and also the watery sun. People often do get the dogs they deserve in the end, as did the narrator. 😊
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Thanks so much
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Wonderful imagery you have created…like Josh, I’m thinking, maybe the dog has been outside for a short time only!
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Thanks so much, Dale. In the narrator’s mind the dog has been left out all night. He may well be wrong
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As we are wont to do, we see what we need…
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Yes, yes, yes! Love it. The fact that it was so early morning makes me think the thief did the right thing. Many happy musical tails….:)
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Thanks, Sascha. He certainly believes he was justified. But then, doesn’t everyone?
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Of course. Especially where dogs are concerned. I actually wrote a dog thief story in 4/17 for A to Z. My thief was justified too. 🙂
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That’s a nice name for a dog! 😀
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Thanks
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‘tail going like a metronome’ I could picture the dog wagging its tail in a monotonous rhythm. The dog’s name reminded me of the huge St Bernard from the movie Beethoven
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Thanks so much
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The description at the start really pulls the reader into the scene. Wonderful writing.
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Thanks so much, Carol
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Some people get their priorities right, some don’t.
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Yup. The Stradivarius would have fetched a higher price
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A delightful story Neil – kind and funny. I hope Beethoven went to live with the story teller !
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Thanks so much. My dog is smaller
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Can you make Beethoven roll over? Chuck Berry did. 🙂
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Nope but I can tickle his tummy
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Of course we shouldn’t steal but definitely this lovely story makes me warm to the tale-teller as rescuer rather than thief. Lovely pictures painted and I love that he calls the dog Beethoven.
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Thanks so much, Jilly
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This was fantastic, Neil. Loved all the musical references, as I come from a musical family. My mother has my grandmother’s Steinway grand which is positioned pride of place in the lounge room. While we had one dog when we were kids, over the years Mum’s become quite irked by dogs.She almost seems allergic to our three although she is getting older and the pups charge like the light brigade. So, your scene made quite a lot of sense to me and I’m glad you freed Beethoven and his metronome tail. Our border collie x Cavalier has a tail like that and you hear it whack, whack whack on the floor when you enter the room. Couldn’t live without my dogs!
xx Rowena
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Thanks so much, Rowena
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Haha…fun story!
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Thanks, Dawn
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Like the voice in this – I didn’t mean to, but I did anyway. And I’m wondering what your narrator was doing in the garden …
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he was up to no good. Thanks, Sarah Ann
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Beautiful, tender story. Loved the name he gave the dog. And it does seem as though Beethoven interrupted something.
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Thanks so much
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A delightful story. I hope that Beethoven will reform him.
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thanks so much
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