A Streak of Black and White

Prompted flash fiction (border collie, castle, Isle of Skye)

The day I slaughtered the first sheep, the three dogs laid their black and white ears back and their deep brown eyes looked away. They didn’t, however, turn their noses up at the chunks of mutton I tossed them a short while later, the fat still sizzling from the fire.

Now, Lainey’s the only collie left, and there are no more sheep.