For this week’s prompt from

Where are you?

Hours ago, or it seems like hours, you went into that funny little room I’m not allowed in. You take in a book, shut the door, and I wait outside for you to return. I don’t even know if you are going to return

My head on my paws, the door finally creaks open, and you smell of strawberries. You smile at me and ruffle my fur. I take this chance, run around to find your shoes. Picking one up, I throw it at your feet.

‘Walkies,’ you say.

I yelp in agreement, of course I want to go for a walk – I’ve been waiting ages. I have been all alone. Nobody to stroke my fur, nobody to say nice things to me. Your coat put on, finally I get what I want.

Don’t forget to take my ball this time – yesterday I didn’t have anything to chase. Well, if you don’t count that squirrel. It ran up the tree so quick, I hurt my nose on the bark.

Finally, out on our walk. It was sunny today, but there are some marvellous patches of wet dirt. The smell, well, I am in heaven. I roll about in it.

You run towards me ‘NO!’

I mean, I was going to share.

When we got back – rude keeping the windows open only on your side – I see the inside of your room; I didn’t like it though.

You may like smelling of strawberries, but I certainly don’t.

Published by writerravenclaw

I am a fifty something mother of two grown up children, and one beautiful grandchild. I have been married for nearly thirty-four years. My first book was published ten years ago. I wrote my book Sticks and Stones because of my experience of being bullied at school.

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