Dog Walk

The dog is lost, but what will be found in its place?

         "Bobby," I called. "Where are you?"

         I paced along the dark street, looking in all directions for the dog.

         "Damn you, Bobby," I muttered as I turned into Central Park.

         Then, behind me, I heard the swift patter of canine paws and noisy rustling in the bushes. I turned toward the sound.

         It wasn't Bobby.



(55 Word Story)