Eoghan wanted to quit the gang, but Cassidy made it clear Eoghan’s family would suffer if he did. Eoghan was stuck committing robberies.
“What’s wrong?” said Cassidy from the tires outside.
Eoghan shut the garage door. “There’s a big dog there.”
“Well shoot it!”
“It ate me gun.”
“It what? Ach! Let me see.” Cassidy shoved Eoghan aside and marched in.
A moment later…
Eoghan shut the door when the screams began. He said, “Did I mention it’s an 8-foot Lockheed Mark-III Military Robot Dog?”
As Cassidy’s bones snapped he said, “Oh, and I QUIT, ye feckin’ barstard!”
No, Eoghan isn’t an alien name. It’s actually Irish, pronounced like, “Owen.”
Each week the Friday Fictioneers meet in a secret meeting garage in Dublin (maybe not), to imagine 100 words of flash fiction from an image prompt. This time a great one from Claire Fuller. This story is based upon the photo above. Look here for more stories based upon it: http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2014/11/19/21-november-2014/