AnElephantCant get tired of walking
Whether on a beach or down by the river
Or up a high hill
Where he finds it a thrill
To discover he can see forever and ever
Once again it is Friday Fictioneer time.
Where riverside Rochelle tears down the fences which separate fact and fiction.
And AnElephant recalls a former life by Ye Banks and Braes o’ Bonnie Doon.
The idea is to write a very short story, circa 100 words, based on this picture prompt (below).
Walking the Dog
His sleep is restless, full of strange dreams.
He wakens, disoriented, drops off again.
Then he smiles.
In his dream the dog is licking his toes.
The dog he climbs over to leave the house Monday to Friday.
The dog who wakens him every Saturday.
The dog who knows the only day there is no business, no demanding clients, no financial matters.
Five miles, sometimes ten, along the banks of the River Doon and the beaches of Scotland’s West Coast.
He is awake now.
The dog is still licking his toes.
The dog who died ten years ago.