“……. For the thousandth time, I promise you, it wasn’t me!”
I looked down into those imploring eyes only a puppy could have. Well, I knew better of course because I knew exactly what he’d been, back in the day. I was sitting in the armchair and I could see all of the things he’d broken in frustration.
Not that I cared about the petty materialistic things. No, the reason he was a dog was because he’d broken my heart. Nothing he could say would convince me otherwise.
“It doesn’t matter how many times you say it, I know you did it. I’m not going to break the spell.”
Written for flash fiction for the purposeful practitioner