Daily Flash Fiction Challenge

Blame the dog

Christine swore as she hit the brakes.

The little car screeched to a halt and the medical packages in the back tumbled around.

The dog wagged it’s tail as it continued across the road.

She brushed her hair back and continued to the pathology laboratory.

The medical packages were a mess. One had split and a couple were missing their labels.

Christine was flustered and stuck the labels on the specimen containers.


Johnathon stretched his arms high and twisted his torso from side to side as he warmed up for his morning ocean swim.

He was in his prime but had felt a little lethargic and saw his doctor who advised getting his blood levels tested.

The sea was flat and swimming helped calm him down.

He took a deep breath and dived head first under the water.


Dr. Neil Reading adjusted his glasses.

He checked his watch and opened the bottom drawer of his desk.

He took out his hip flask and enjoyed a quick swig of Scotch before the first patient.

He could handle the old ladies with their aches and pains better when he started the day properly.

It was his little secret to maintaining sanity.


Christine collapsed in her favourite armchair at the end of a hectic day picking up and delivering medical samples.


Johnathon knocked on Dr. Reading’s door.

“Come in,” he said. It had been a long day for him and the hip flask was empty. “Name?”

Johnathon shook his head and wondered why he bothered seeing a doctor who had no clue what was going on around him. “Johnathon Harris,” he said. “Blood test results?”

Dr. Reading nodded, adjusted his glasses and pulled up the medical records for Johnathon.

“I don’t know how to tell you this Mr Harris. You’re pregnant.”