Just throwing up a flash fiction piece I wrote for a blog contest. 100 words on a bullying situation:

Buttons backed up against Master’s legs, trying to squeeze through the crevice made by calf touching calf, seeking a type of reverse birth where he could retreat back to the safety of the womb.

Across the dog park the huge white poodle, curly coat tamed into meticulously shaped puffs, glared at him. She trotted over, mouth slightly open to reveal her sharp incisors.

“Go play!” Master sounded annoyed as she pushed his bulky pitbull body forward into the dusty enclosure.

The poodle stepped forward delicately and appraised him.

“Please don’t,” Buttons whimpered.

“They’ll blame you,” she said as she lunged.