A Loving Taste by Terveen Gill — Gobblers / Masticadores
Welcome to TUESDAY FLASH FICTION at Gobblers/Masticadores!
A dog can be a man’s best friend. Loyal, loving, and a wonderful companion.
But what happens when age catches up with a canine buddy?
Is it so easy to let go? Or does one have to resort to a more permanent arrangement?
The heart and mind often overpower one’s senses.
Read ahead to have a taste of ‘crazy pet love’. Click the blue link. Enjoy!
I killed my dog and ate it. Nothing to apologize about. He was old and blind. His days were numbered. I might have done him a favor. A beagle with the cutest face. Quite the looker. Stole a private place in my heart the first time we met. Couldn’t think of another. I could have […]
Terveen Gill is a versatile author and writer who has had the pleasure of growing up on two different continents. Having spent her childhood years in the United States, she returned to India, and has since been living in Chandigarh, a beautiful city in North India. Choosing engineering as her path, she obtained a bachelor's degree in Computer Science. However, paths are discovered only to be changed. Life's unpredictable tale made her realize her passion for writing, and thus began a journey that is transforming into a wonderful literary experience. The author of graphic novels and short stories, versatility is her secret weapon. From a storyteller to a film-maker, script-writing, film direction and film editing are pursuits that challenge and enhance her creativity. Her motto is, ‘If it can be imagined, it is already half-done’.
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I read this on Masticadores, Terveen. Quite the story, Terveen.
Thank you so much, Shobana.
Needed to let off some steam. Haha! 🙂
haha. you are welcome.
Okay, so I’m glad that I already had my breakfast. What a story! Also glad, that I’m a vegetarian, so there are certain choices I won’t have to make. Brilliant writing, Terveen. Disturbing, but brilliant. One day, you will write about sparkly rainbow unicorns… and I can’t wait what you are going to do with them. Or should I say ‘to them’?
Hahaha! Thank you so much, Britta.
I sometimes really wish that I could conjure some psychotic image of myself and let loose all the chaos and darkness inside me. But then what’s the use of being a writer if my words can’t do that for me. I wouldn’t want to really go to jail or be locked up in some mental asylum. That’s not for me. And sparkly rainbow unicorns… I can smell them from here. Will wait and watch. 🙂
wow – the word “macabre” comes to mind, as well as the words “creative and fantastically imaginative!”
<3
David
Thank you so much, David. 🙂
I like to show off my gruesome side. Haha!
The appreciation means a lot!
Wow! This was both scary and awesome! Reminded me of Stephen King’s stories! Loved it!
Thank you so much, Aaysid. 🙂
That’s a huge compliment!
You are always welcome.😊
Excellent writing, Terveen. Your imagination is limitless. ☺️
Thank you so much, Jeff. 🙂
My imagination, at times, is uncontrollable. Haha!
You’re most welcome, Terveen. Always. Ah! I’m glad this is so! ☺️
Brilliant, Terveen!
Twisting macabre and incredible in one strand.
Thank you, Patricia. That is a wonderful way to say it. 🙂
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I am a doggy mum so this one has ‘stirred’ me.
Thank you so much, Jonaki. I did take it to the extreme, but I’m glad you felt the underlying significance. 🙂
Thoughts…thoughts…thoughts. Hmmm, let’s see.
Was the narrator arrested for shooting the dog? Animal cruelty-blah-blah, okay, I get that.
Certainly she/he/they (unsure of the proper pronoun) wasn’t arrested for eating the mutt. Eating a fellow human being makes you a cannibal. Eating a dog makes you either Chinese. Indian, Nigerian, Vietnamese, South Korean, Ghanaian, Swiss, or a hillbilly.
Please help end my confusion, so I can contact a solicitor on behalf of the narrator for a possible wrongful arrest.
Haha! Indians don’t eat dogs. At least not the sane ones. Certainly not the stony faced ones. And I think the police may have identified the character as a bit delusional and sent him/her/them to a more reliable place where dogs don’t roam and the walls are quite high. The sister is still screaming. Maybe she needs a shot too.
Thank you. 🙂
I realize you view me as flippant by nature (how I obtained that reputation, I’ll never know), but no offense was meant. India made the list of seven countries where dog meat is considered edible in 2021.
Serves me right for trusting the internet.
I think you’re too serious, Rhyan. 🙂
On the internet, misunderstanding in text are commonplace. I was just making sure that didn’t happen here. We live in racially sensitive times and my Old World brain sometimes has a problem remembering this.
Your stories have never failed to surprise me. It only shows we express our love in many different ways. Sometimes our expression makes us uncomfortable. Recently euthanasia is a raging topic. A lot of people would rather see a person suffering from excruciating pain than seeing him or her get euthanized. Let people make their own decisions. I think I would choose to die if I lose my capacity and faculty–what’s the point of living a life of misery and suffering without the hope of ever getting better? And my favorite way to die is laughing myself to death.
The last line cracked me up! You’re so witty, Haoyan. I really admire that about you. You always find something funny in the most serious. That’s such a great attitude. I appreciate it. And I agree that there’s no point of living a life just for the sake of saying that you’re alive. I don’t want to suffer and be a burden on myself or someone else. It’s just not right. Thank you so much for your enlightening comments. 🙂
My dog is nearly 16 years old. Just saying.
That is commendable. I hope age has been kind. May such a bond last forever in the heart and mind. I wish you both well. 🙂
It ain’t right until I read what YOU write. 😉
Thank you! Made my day! Hahaha. 🙂
ah, love this!
Thanks so much, Joseph. 🙂
Yikes! Being a huge hound lover…I gagged, I choked, I cried…but for some reason I kept reading….not my usual fare (so to speak) 😉
Thanks so much, Jay, for not giving up. I may have stepped on a few toes and paws with this one. But the intention was to show that sometimes love has no sane boundaries. And Yikes is the right word. 🙂