*Note: this post is part of a 20-day writing prompt 101 program I’m participating in. Today’s Prompt: “You stumble upon a random letter on the path. Write a story about this encounter in as few words as possible.”
Mid-run, Bentley yanked me backward. Which is something. Thousands of dollars and multiple miles have taught him to stay astride.
A damp, crumpled flyer mid-path caught his eye: “Missing. 8-month old male lab/pit/boxer mix. No collar.”
No phone number. No date. A grainy photo. Nothing else.
Another inexperienced owner. Sigh. “Let’s go Bent…”
No way. Coal eyes locked on mine, tail erect, paws grounded with a singular purpose, we weren’t moving.
Until I found that dog.
*image courtesy of dan at FreeDigitalPhotos.net