…I Blamed It On The Dog… (#100WordChallenge)

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I set fire to the house, watching it burn a safe distance away. Flames lept up into the night, licking up the side paneling that I no longer had to worry about painting. The gutters melted, the tarred shingles smoked; it all came tumbling down, bit by bit, ashes to ashes. The chimney was the last thing to fall, having never been set right in the first place.

Neighbors surrounded me, many of them holding onto their spouse or children. They looked at me, wondering where Margaret was. She screamed then. They knew.

Later, police handcuffed me. Asked me “Why?”

I blamed it on the dog.

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100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups – Week #48

The Rules from Julia’s Place:

This is a weekly challenge for those who are over 16 and enjoy challenging themselves with writing. Each week you are given a prompt. It may be a few connected words, a selection of individual words or a picture.

You have 100 words (or the number that have been set for that week) plus the prompt to write a creative piece. If you have a blog, post it on your blog then link the URL of the post (not the blog) to the link that is at the bottom of that week’s challenge.  You can right click the badge above and copy the image URL into your post.

This weeks challenge:

… I blamed it on the dog…

Your pieces should be 106 words long (the prompt plus 100). Please make sure you visit to comment on others and do leave a link back here for others to find us.

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30 responses »

      • He set fire to his house just to stop his wife nagging him about painting it? What a great reaction! Love stories about mad people.

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      • Oh . . . I think I get it now. I’d originally just interpreted the observations as a side effect. 🙂

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      • Here’s my interpretation: Margaret wanted the side panel painted, he didn’t want to do it. He was told to fix the chimney and did a slip shod job and was probably criticized. His wife wanted a dog, he didn’t, and threatened this, but she got one anyway. Last straw. She’s just come back from walking the $%^£ dog and screamed when she saw what he’d done and he feels flushed with victory. For once, he’s got his own way. What a brilliant mystery, intelligently crafted. You thought about this!

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