Give Me Dignity

I am told they are supposed to be intelligent beings. They like to think they are the dominating species. Little do they know I chose them. That’s what I do. Wait for the unsuspecting to falter just a little before I go in for the so-called kill. Filling them with self-confidence and silly antics until I have them where I want them. They become mine, my people. Now if I could just work my magic a bit more to coerce them into giving me a name with more dignity and class and not so common as Boots!

Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Prompt - January 18, 2018 - Write a story that includes boots. 

​Ann Edall-Robson
Author, Photographer, Lover of Life
"Capturing moments others may never get to experience.”