The DUGs

“Thank you, thank you,” said Delia. “We’re so grateful that you came to hear us play!”

“There’s nobody here,” said Hugh dryly.

Geena kept hammering away at her keyboard.

“It’s this stupid name,” said Hugh.

“Oh, come on,” said Delia. “D for Delia, U for Hugh, G for Geena! It makes sense. Besides, here comes someone. Let’s start playing.”

Geena paused, while Delia called out, “Africa — by Toto! And a-one, and a-two–“

“Excuse me,” said the young man. “I’m looking for the animal rescue place?”

Geena had already started to play, but Delia turned to both of them. Hugh shrugged. Geena played.

“Sorry,” she said to him. “I have no idea.”

Delia paused and then said, “Let’s try again.”

Geena stopped while Delia counted, “A-one and a-two —“

A child dragging her mother by the hand approached. “I KNOW THEY’RE HERE! I HEARD OLD MISTER ANGUS TALKING ABOUT IT!”

Delia looked at them expectantly. The mother asked, “Have you seen any puppies around here?”

“Uh — no,” she answered. Geena started playing her keyboard.

“Maybe they’re further up,” the mum said, and they walked on.

Hugh picked out the notes to “How Much Is That Doggie in the Window” just to irk Delia.

She glared at him.

Geena paused for Delia to count into the song. “And a-one –“

“Excuse me,” said a woman. “I’m looking to adopt a pet.”

Delia snapped, “We don’t have any pets here!”

Hugh spoke up. “It’s our name. The DUGs. Playing here now.”

Geena played her keyboard.

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This is my attempt at the Unicorn Challenge this week — 250 words (NO MORE) based on the photo.

Week attempt. Weak attempt. Maybe a little of both.