Fact or Fiction Game

So, anyone willing to take a guess at which stories were fact and which were fiction? You can leave your guess in the comments section or, if you’re a tad shy, shoot me an e-mail at nicole@nicolereillan.com with “FOF Game” in the subject line. The first person to guess correctly, or the first person to come the closest by midnight central time on Wednesday 4/16 gets her/his choice of any paperback mentioned on the site. (Harry Potter and the Deathly Hollows and Sojourn not included.)

Want to read them again? They’re listed here:

Story #1

Story #2

Story #3

Story #4

Story #5

I’m curious to see how this goes, as it’s a good lesson for me. Does my fiction pass as fact and vice-versa? Or do I need to brush up on my craft? (Sorry, Beanie Baby. Family’s ineligible.)

Thanks everyone!

Fact or Fiction Game – Story #5

The vet tech lifted my little lhasa apso into her arms and shot me a smile. “We’ll be right back,” she said. “We’re just going to take Kiki to the back and draw some blood for her heartworm test.”

“She doesn’t like needles,” I warned the tech, sitting down in the chair provided. I set my purse at my feet and looked at her standing in the examining room door. The room on the other side of the hallway stood open, the door leading to the reception area on her right was closed.

“No one does,” the tech said with an indulgent smile. She mussed Kiki’s fur at the top her head, while my little dog stared at me beseechingly.

“No, I mean she really doesn’t like it. She won’t bite or anything, but she’ll create a ruckus.”

“We’ll take good care of her.” The tech disappeared down the hall.

I shrugged. I’d done my best; she’d find out soon enough.

It wasn’t long before I heard raised voices filter through the open doorway, followed by Kiki’s scream. “It’s just the cotton ball!” I heard the vet tech say, her voice already frazzled. “We haven’t even touched you with the needle yet!”

I chuckled, feeling bad for my dog, but tickled by her reaction. Kiki acted like a ditz now and then, but by God the dog knew what it meant when her leg was swabbed at the vet’s office.