on his teal cast
with the lime green
lightning bolt painted on it.
He tried pretending
he was a super hero,
but as his leg
dragged beside him
he was too slow
to live up to the
emblazoned lightning design.
Truly, he just had to face - his was a dog’s life.
This is a Flash Fiction Friday 55.
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Meet Quincy. I am puppy sitting him while his "parents" are away.