A slice of paradise

Fiction, Humor, prompts, Short story
Open – Image by KL Caley

For visually challenged writers, the image shows an entranceway in amongst some stone walls to a bright green garden.

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Peeking through that open space I felt a great temptation to cross into that brightly lit space, inviting like a slice of paradise.

The green grass, blooming trees with white blossoms aplenty, and patches of cooling shade, were beckoning me to come hither.

It was private property, and there was a sign saying, ‘ No Trespassing’ boldly displayed on the side of that open doorway.

Yet…….

I couldn’t suppress my desire to experience the beauty and I hesitantly stepped inside.

All hell broke loose as two ferocious Doberman dogs came at me full speed. With a speed I didn’t knew I possessed, I made a quick exit from that garden and vowed never to enter any place which specifically forbade people to do so!

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Written in response to WritePhoto # open, hosted by KL Caley

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Published by Sadje

I am writing to express my opinion, share my experiences and to maybe provide some insight. My blog is addressing women at 50 ( but men are welcome to read my posts) ,their issues and the questions that come up at this stage in life. I don’t aim to teach, but to learn together.

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72 thoughts on “A slice of paradise”

  11. When I got to “yet” I was intrigued cause you’re set up was sooo good I knew the next heir of the story was gonna be exciting. And it was—a dog chase. Doberman at that. That’s a chase!!!!

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  21. A long time ago our family had a doberman… But it thought it was a small dog and was frightened of its reflection in the mirror! We lived in an apartment then – We found the large dog a good home with more space – perhaps that garden! 😀

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  24. Super photo and your story took me back to a moment when a friend’s Doberman bit me right through my knee high leather boot. Worst, or best, my two year old daughter was beside me and so did not have the honour of having her juicy little leg munched in those mighty jaws. I was secretly very scared of dogs for decades but other dogs have healed that wound… I hope.

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