This short story was written in response to Esther Chilton’s “Can You Tell A Story In… 56 words” challenge, citing six words which need to be included as part of the task: Riffraff, Aerosol, Wag, Manuscript, Bed and Triangle.

This is what I came up with…

Looks like I’m outside with the riffraff for the night, shooed away with an aerosol can and no longer welcome in the bed. 

I wag my tail and sit under a street-light, staring at the house hoping that master will open the door. 

Should have eaten the triangle-cut sandwiches. Not the manuscript.