In response to the Daily Post’s unusual prompt: A Dog Named Bob
She walked briskly as the breeze blew her hair from its carefully arranged bun and her scarf danced over her shoulder. She judiciously adjusted the warm, silky folds smiling at the way they shone in the afternoon sun, bright as the wings of a blue-jay. At last she could see the red-brick facade and old green and white balcony railing that meant a hot drink and a comfy chair – home. As she stepped to the base of the peeling rust-red steps she checked her mailbox; tutting a little as reaching revealed the ink-stains on her writing hand. No matter how many times she tried, she never could seem to avoid getting pen all over herself. Rifling through the piles of mail, she found it contained nothing more worthwhile than an advertisement for cheap waffles drenched in admittedly very tempting syrup, dripping over the sides of the plate in golden ribbons…her mouth watered and she realised that she hadn’t eaten since mid-morning. Actually, right now food sounded like a fantastic idea. She turned to the steps as a dog barked in the distance; the story a student had told her at school that day popped into her mind – about the neighbour’s dog…Bill…maybe Benny…no, Bob – that was it. He chased his tail for six hours straight, Ms. Parish, really he did! Huffing a laugh she finally tripped up the steps to her door, thinking already about a delicious toasted cheese sandwich.
Aaaaaaaaaand that was basically my day, written in short-story form (the dog’s real name was Nash, but for prompt purposes I took that one creative liberty!). This prompt just fit my day today so well I had to write up something; the Daily Post prompt writer has somehow psychically connected with me! The waffles, my scarf, the dog…I WAS DESTINED TO WRITE THIS! Hope everyone’s day was as pleasant as mine! 🙂