Lonesome Dog

Here’s another 100-word story.

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Lonesome Dog
By Laura McHale Holland

I pass a lonesome dog on the sidewalk. Well, I think he’s lonesome, but that’s probably me projecting, thinking the critter has feelings he doesn’t have. I like lonesome though, the notion of me saving him. We’d each be half of a sterling heart—broken, jagged, on a silver chain. Those aren’t just for lovers, you know. Schoolgirls use them. Why not a lonesome dog on the sidewalk, following, five feet behind, and me? I could hang from his collar; he could dangle from my keychain. We’d join at chow time. Who would ever know? I turn, watch him approach.

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