One boy and his dog, it had always been that way. From when I was old enough to talk Mitch was always with me. At first he took me on walks, but as I got older I took him. We both loved the park, with its great hideaways from the world.
Today we waited.
We waited for Dad to come home from the hospital. We hadn’t been on any walks today. Nan said we couldn’t go out, not until she got a call from Mum. Instead I counted the rain drops on the glass – mapping them across the glass like drawing a picture on my drawing pad.
I heard the mobile vibrate on the table, and Nan rushed to answer. I could see her tears roll down, and wondered what made her so sad. Was it because it was raining? Was it because she couldn’t go outside? When she finished the call, she turned to me.
‘Shall we go outside to play?’ she says, getting my coat.