There weren’t many trees in Shaleford but damn sure if Jake’s dog, Muttonchops, didn’t seem to get stuck up most of ’em. Each time the town’s fire crew was dispatched; each time a ticking off about wasting their precious time was delivered. The calls didn’t stop though – after a while only the chief himself turned up.
Now, Jake’s mum and dad had argued a lot when he was younger. These days it’s just him and his mum; she doesn’t even like him seeing his dad.
Jake though has a way of getting his dad to come to him. Heck, when you’re the son of the fire chief it has to have its benefits.
These words form my entry into this week’s Friday Fictioneers photo prompt challenge. Happy New Year to all my fellow Fictioneers!