She took a walk that hot, sweltering day, taking her puppy who was learning to walk on a leash. She lived in the country and the road in front of her house was deserted. A day could pass, hours would go by with no traffic coming or going. She thinks that her sneaker caught on broken asphalt and down she went. She was walking too fast. For some reason, she couldn’t get up. Hours passed. Her puppy laid down beside her. She raised her hand in desperation, hoping someone would see it above the weeds.
The Write Scribe 
Absolutely love this 🙂 It makes me want to go write a larger piece based on this small(er) one – thanks for sharing!
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Thank you! I may write something longer. 🙂
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I think you should. I’d love to see more, at least 😀
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