Searching was harder at night. Everything looked different under the moon and the shadows seemed so dark and almost alive like they wanted to swallow her up.
She called his name again, “Buddy! Here boy! Please!” But the only response was the crunching of dried leaves under her feet. He’d been gone for twenty hours, and everything about her hurt.
And then she heard a whistle, faint, far off behind the trees. She turned and ran towards the sound, as fast as she could, though it was barely a jog. The blisters on her heels were bleeding and she hadn’t had a drop of water for twenty hours.
She crossed a set of railroad tracks and heard him bark through the trees, and she could see a crowd of figures with flashlights. “There she is!” she heard her father say.
Falling into the grass, she watched the crowd run toward her, and she closed her eyes until she felt Buddy’s wet tongue on her cheek and his desperate whimpers. She smiled for the first time all day, she was safe now. Finally. And so was Buddy.
Way over on word count. Gotta get back in the groove of writing.
I’ve been missing from Fictioneers for so long, but not by choice. My life has been turned upside down in so many different ways and I’m still trying to pick up the pieces. Hoping to find a new normal very soon.
Friday Fictioneers: 100 word stories prompted by a picture that Rochelle Wisoff-Fields posts every Wednesday. Around 100 people participate, their stories and poems are brilliant; check them out here.
Photo credit: Madison Woods