Cujo Confidential

(Image from the French Tribune dot com)
(Image from the French Tribune dot com)

This is day one of Blogdramedy’s BlogShorts, a short-story writing challenge. It spans ten days, includes ten short stories, each a mere 110 words. This year’s theme: The Dog Days of Summer. Today’s subject is none other than Stephen King’s loveable scamp, Cujo.

Books don’t tell the whole story.

Lotta people thought it was a bite from a rabid raccoon, maybe a fox. I’ll be honest, it wasn’t rabies. Rabies is just a cop out, like PMS for the ladies, know what I mean?

It seems trivial looking back, but at the time, it was maddening. The collar wasn’t too bad, fit okay, but the license! That shitty little piece of tin hung there, jingling against the ring on the collar if I so much as blinked my eye. I couldn’t cut a fart without that fucker making a sound.

One day, I heard that sound one time too many and I snapped.

The following blogs have also vowed to participate.  Time will tell if they actually run with the big dogs, or stay on their porches.

Blogdramedy

SteveBetz

Joe’s Musings

Jtailele’s Blog

MC’s Whispers

Shouts from the Abyss

H.E. Ellis

Lenore Diane

Fix it or Deal

1pointperspective – You already read my dog-days entry, why not take a look at my Weiner drawing?

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24 thoughts on “Cujo Confidential

  1. The title alone was enough to make me sit up and beg. I like that it’s told from our hero’s point of view and I like that it wasn’t the rabies. 🙂 To complete the trifecta of adorations all I can say is, “Wow. You really know how to turn a phrase.” Yeah, I’m jealous.

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