Protagonist POV
Once again, she moves slowly as she bends down to pick my bowl up, breathing put she rises and carefully places the bowl on the bench.
Seeing something move along the floor I leave and head towards the lounge room in pursuit of the strange moving object. Laying on the floor I give up in a huff and close my eyes.
I hear loud noises and a groan the all hurt my ears, so I bolt upright and head straight out my small custom door to the backyard. As I go out the door I hear it automatically lock behind me.
It's locked and I am outside.
I make do with this opportunity I've been given and run around, I head to the garden to roll in. When rolling in the garden I come across a hole in the fence, I squeeze myself through the hole and find myself face to face with the big, dark, scary road that is always busy.
Braving the road I run across it and make my way to Timmy's house. Timmy is a eight year old boy that comes and plays with me, all the time.
I bark loudly once or twice and walk up to the door to wait for Timmy. I lay down and quietly watch the cars go by...
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Ava
Short StoryShort story, of an innocent dog losing someone and finding someone. I'm really sorry it's not a great description at all hopefully that'll change but please give it a go. It's not very long, only five small parts :) Starting Tuesday the 14th of Febr...
