[Flash Fiction Friday] Asta Idonea with “It’s a Dog’s Life”


Hello, Internet! Flash Fiction Friday is back, baby! Kicking things off, we have Asta Idonea dropping by with It’s a Dog’s Life. An adorable little tale about one young man’s attempt to woo another by way of a costume party. But he seems to have missed the memo…

It’s a Dog’s Life

by Asta Idonea

Peter twisted from left to right, studying his reflection in the mirror. He looked good. Fancy dress wasn’t usually his thing, but he’d gone all out on his costume when Christie informed him Jake was going to be there. Her manner as she provided this information was so innocent he’d known at once that she was on to him. Apparently he’d not kept his three-month-long crush as secret as he’d thought. Tonight was the night though—make or break. He’d ask Jake out, and then he’d know, once and for all, if there was any hope for his infatuation.

Jake loved dogs; hence Peter’s choice of costume. Jake would think he looked adorable and wouldn’t be able to resist. That was the plan anyway. He did look cute, didn’t he? He checked in the mirror again and gave his tail an experimental shake. Yep, definitely cute. Surely Jake couldn’t say no.

Butterflies kamikaze-dive-bombed his stomach as he parked and crossed the street. He reached the front door, took a deep breath, and rang the bell. He knew something was wrong the moment the door opened. Christie’s smile faltered and she coughed in a way that sounded suspiciously like a repressed laugh.

“Peter. You look…. Come in.”

When he stepped into the room, he understood. Indeed, he was surprised he hadn’t cottoned on when Christie came to the door wearing a sequined black number. No one else was in costume.

He felt eyes upon him and leant in to hiss into Christie’s ear. “What the hell, Christie? You told me this was a sodding fancy dress party!”

“It was, but we changed our plans late last week. I’m sure I told you.” She had the decency to blush at least, but he doubted she was anywhere near as red-faced as he.

“Well, you didn’t.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“I have to leave.” He started to turn, eager to get out before anyone else spotted him.

“Well, well, well. What have we here then? Heel, boy. Good Fido.”

Peter tried, and failed, to suppress a groan. Christie’s brother was a complete git. Of all the people to notice him, he was the worst. Well, maybe not the worst. At least it hadn’t been Jake.

He twisted back and attempted a smile. “Evening, Mark.”

Mark guffawed and looked around at his friends, several of whom clustered behind him. “Anyone lose a flea-bitten mongrel?”

“Mark, stop it.” As always, Christie’s weak admonishment did no good. The curse faced by all little sisters, Peter supposed.

“It ain’t Halloween,” someone else yelled.

“Someone tell that to the walking shag carpet here,” Mark said between cackles. “Tell you what. If you roll over, I’ll let you hump my leg later.”

The crowd burst into raucous laughter, and Peter turned and marched out. He heard Christie call after him, but he ignored her and kept walking. This was a disaster. The only saving grace was that Jake hadn’t—

“Hey, Peter. Wait up!”

He froze at the all-too-familiar voice. Jake jogged over and placed a hand on his shoulder. Peter was in such a state of dismay by that point, he allowed Jake to turn him without uttering a word.

“Don’t mind those jerks,” Jake said, rolling his eyes. “Come back to the party. I think your costume looks great. Especially that cute little black nose.” He hesitated a moment; then slowly, watchful of Peter’s reaction, he leant in and placed a light kiss on the end of said appendage.

Jake stayed by his side the rest of the night and, thanks to his presence, Peter was able to take the jokes and jibes in good humour. They arranged to meet for coffee the next day; and when Peter headed home, he held his head high and his tail wagged at a jaunty angle behind him.

Author Bio

Asta Idonea (aka Nicki J Markus) was born in England, but now lives in Adelaide, South Australia. She has loved both reading and writing from a young age and is also a keen linguist, having studied several foreign languages.

Asta launched her writing career in 2011 and divides her efforts not only between MM and mainstream works but also between traditional and indie publishing. Her works span the genres, from paranormal to historical and from contemporary to fantasy. It just depends what story and which characters spring into her mind!

As a day job, Asta works as a freelance editor and proofreader, and in her spare time she enjoys music, theater, cinema, photography, and sketching. She also loves history, folklore and mythology, pen-palling, and travel; all of which have provided plenty of inspiration for her writing.

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