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A Place to Share Your Short Stories
posted at September 11, 2012 12:41 PM EDT
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If you are interested in sharing your short stories with others or in reading stories written by other members please join us at the AARP group Short Stories to Share. This is an open group so you may come and read the stories without joining but we would welcome you as a member. Prompts are issued once a month to stimulate story ideas and we also have what is called an “unfolding story”. This is a story that one member begins and others add to it until a natural conclusion is reached. Needless to say there can be unexpected twists and turns. Below is the beginning of a story that I wrote on this site. Sleeping With Sigmund Freud My ex-husband, the psychologist, used to say that I had low libido due to the transference of all my unconscious hateful feelings about myself unto him. He was always analyzing my actions and drove me crazy trying to “cure” me of being me. After 3 months of therapy with a Jungian analysis I came to the realization that it was my husband that was my problem and I promptly divorced him. So how did I, who preferred Carl Jung, come to be sleeping with Sigmund Freud? It all began one morning as I was watching the local news. After the weather there was a segment called “Adopt a Dog” and it featured a dog from the local ASPCA. On this particular morning it was an adorable little terrier with a white body and black and tan spots. The moderator said that he had owned this kind of dog as a child and that he highly recommended it as a breed. A very active dog that required a lot of attention and exercise. “Exercise” I mutter, “not something I get enough of.” Maybe if I had a dog I would be forced to walk him daily. This would benefit both of us. My hand lay practically on top of the phone. Calling the number on the screen I ask for the Adopt A Pet host and, amazingly, I was put straight through. “I think I would like to adopt the little terrier dog you had on this morning segment.” I say with some hesitation in my voice. Now that I am doing this I realize that I may not have thought it all the way through. “Well ma’am” he says “This is your lucky day.” “You are our first caller on this dog.” When I picked up the young dog I learn that he is 5 months old and that his previous owners had called him Siggy. I inquire as to why he was turned into the ASPCA and they tell me that he was not working out well with a new baby in the family. “Many folks think a little puppy is so cute, until their baby arrives and then this now “big” dog is too much trouble.” “So they begin to think that the dog is a danger to their baby rather than training it to be a friend to their child.” I empathize with him about young people these days and accept the leash that he puts into my hand. Siggy and I head for the car. Siggy takes one look at the car and puts on his brakes. “Me, get in that thing?” he says “No way sister, only bad things come from me getting into cars.” Finally I reach down and bodily lift him onto the front seat. As I start the ignition I notice that he has inched closer to me and has his head in my lap. My heart melts and then I look into his liquidy brown eyes and I am all his. Siggy has begun his domination of my life. “Okay” I say, to no one in particular. “Lets gets some rules here.” I was not new to dogs, having had several as pets when I was a child. “Better to get everything clear from the beginning.” I was assuming that I was the one in charge. My Rule #1 Make the dog sleep in his crate at night. Siggy’s Rule #1 Sleep in the bed with your servant so that he can awaken more quickly and take care of your needs. Accept no other arrangement. My Rule #2 Feed your dog on a regular schedule and under no circumstances give him table scraps. Siggy’s Rule #2 Only eat the food in your bowl as a last resort. Stare at your servant while he is eating and paw him at regular intervals. If this doesn’t work immediately then emit a high, pathetic whine. My Rule #3 Keep your young dog in his crate while you are away from home. Take him outside to “take care of his business” before you leave the house and at regular intervals until he is trained. Siggy’s Rule #3 Don’t fall for this “peeing” in the yard. Go out with your servant and then sniff at everything disgusting you can find. Dribble a little to mark your territory, as top dog, and then go back inside. Immediately lift your leg and let fly on the first chair leg. This will teach them. Story Continues on: Short Stories toSshare |