Friday Fictioneers #4 Her Master

This is a little late as have had a busy day and only just managed to sit down. I have also managed to obtain a cold, so feeling rather rubbish. Anyway here is my Friday Fictioneers piece courtesy of Madison Woods. Brownie points to those who know what this was inspired by besides the photo prompt.


The morning light plays with the tiny particles of dust as it pierces through the curtain break. It would almost look magical if I cared but instead I pull the bed covers above my head, unsure whether I have the strength to face another day. My husband wraps his arms around me and softly whispers ‘time to get up beautiful’ . I feel nothing. There is no desire left in me to wash, eat or dress. Feeling his presence in the room I open one eye, the dog is sat in the corner with his lead at his feet. Adjusting his posture and sticking out his chest, I can see that Charlie hopes that today will be the day but I am not so optimistic.

“Want me to walk him again?” asks my husband

“No it’s okay. I’m going to get up.”


17 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers #4 Her Master

    • EmmaMc says:

      Me neither! I think I’ll side with the dog and then the husband… but then the MC is pretty depressed so feel back for her as well.

    • EmmaMc says:

      Hi Cara thank you for dropping by and commenting. My other inspiration was Winston Churchill. He often referred to his depression as the ‘black dog’ and there was a book, I believe, written around this.

  1. Madison Woods says:

    Oh I’ve heard reference to the black dog before, but didn’t know it was Winston Churchill. Great story. You’re really good at expressing emotion.

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