The falling slat startled the roosting seagulls.
“Whadaya doin’, Tommy? Supposed to be mendin’ fence not breakin’.”
“Damn gulls don’t belong this far inland.”
“They’s travellers. Sea in the morning. Eat. Home here at night.”
“Yeah? They need-a keep goin’ ‘stead-a shittin’ all over granpaw’s fence.”
“Breakin’ the fence ain’t gonna stop ’em from comin’ here, long as that compost sits there.”
“Why? Y’jus’ said they eat at sea.”
“Oh, they’s always lookin’ for food. Don’t always have a taste for fish.”
“We’ll see ’bout that. They need-a leave.”
With compost moved and covered, gulls left. Fence got mended.
99 Words. Written in response to Carrot Ranch’s July 12 Flash Fiction Challenge and to Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers Gulls photo prompt courtesy wildverbs.
J.E.M. Wildfire 
great little piece. love the dialogue
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Thanks very much! This is the first time I’ve tried writing dialogue. It seemed to work better than the internal narrative style I usually end up with.
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That’s a determined child! I enjoyed how your story flowed with the dialog. Good job!
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Thanks very much!
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Love it!
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Thank you!
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