The Good Neighbor
The robberies that plagued Martin ceased when Tim moved in next door. He never asked what Tim did. He was just happy to have a good neighbor.
One day, as they walked their dogs on the pathway beneath a rusty bridge, a car lost control and suddenly teetered over the bridge’s smashed railing. A mother and two kids screamed for their lives.
Tim’s dog, Gregor, suddenly reached up and disconnected his leash. The Malamute leaped nearly one hundred feet onto the bridge. In seconds he pulled the imperiled family from the car.
Martin noticed Tim seemed frozen in place. No hand-waving or shouting broke his catatonic state. Gregor returned from his amazing rescue and reconnected his leash. Instantly, Tim returned to life and he smiled sheepishly.
Once Martin recovered from his shock, he realized the truth. “Tim? Or is it Gregor?”
“Sorry about the trickery with the puppet,” said Gregor/Tim. “Shopping malls don’t accept dogs alone.”
“You going to tell?”
“Who would believe me?” asked Martin. “Besides, why risk losing a good neighbor?”
Written for the Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers writing challenge. Each week a photo is provided as a writing prompt. This week, Dawn Miller offered up a good one. Look here to see what others wrote based upon the pic above: https://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2015/08/25/fffaw-week-of-08-25-2015/