So damned close! But, not close enough. Not yet.
Adrenaline pumped through Buster’s veins as he panted uncontrollably. For weeks now that mangy cat had been infiltrating his territory. He’d seen it gloating up in the branches of the oak tree in his garden, comfortable in the knowledge that it was out of his reach.
Buster had had enough, and was determined to chase that feline fiend away. Now he had it almost close to perfection. The cat had never even suspected. It just sat there preening itself, mocking him. Well who was laughing now?
Who said dogs couldn’t climb trees?
Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracized for going a few words over the count.)
Make every word count.