Let me start off by saying I think you are all winners. The stories that were submitted to my challenge were great. Every last one of them drew me into a different place.  I enjoy writing so much and to have so many who don’t write give it a go just made my day. You can read all the stories Here and I suggest you read them because they are each worth the time.

As some of you know, I’m a dialogue whore. I love dialogue. And some of you who know me in person can attest, it’s probably because I like to talk so much. I found deciding which story I like the best very difficult because even those with little or no dialogue were so well done.  But I managed to pick one, don’t fret.

For those who did not know, the picture was taken at my local gas station and was a stain on a rug.

My thanks to everyone who participated.

(For those who are serious writers, if you would like feedback on your stories, just let me know.)

So without further procrastination as this was so hard, the winner is…

Bill Wren


“You call that art?”

“I call that art.”

“I don’t think that’s art.”

“It’s art.”

We went on like this for some time, me arguing that the picture was art and Robin insisting it wasn’t.

“If it was art …,” Robin finally said, “… there wouldn’t be a dog in it.”

“What? That’s crazy!”

“Everyone knows dogs don’t belong in pictures. They belong on leashes. There are by-laws.”

It was such a ridiculous statement! Especially when everyone knows dogs belong in the wild, or at least on a farm. “I’m not talking to you anymore. You’re not making sense,” I said.

Robin folded his arms across his chest and presented his smirk to me. “I win,” he declared.

He shouldn’t have done that. He shouldn’t have said the picture wasn’t art. He should not have done or said many things, especially, “I win.”

On the advice of counsel, I will say no more. I’ll say this, however. Art occurs when the viewer is moved and nothing moves me more than doggies. Ergo, it is art.