Dogs of Blogs Challenge – Day 18

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This post is in response to The Dogs of Blogs Challenge – Day 18

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Photo Credit === Danny James

This a picture of Mercedes with her Shelter Buddy (me). As a shelter buddy I take a dog home with me for a few hours or go shopping with them in the car. It gets them away from the hectic environment of the shelter. Plus it’s good for me too! Mercedes has since been adopted. Yea!

Below is my newest companion. His name is Zeus. He is a male pit bull that will celebrate his 9th birthday later this month. He will have a hard time finding a home I believe. 9 year old pit bulls are not on the top of the list for adoption. He’s a good old guy.

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Photo Credit === Danny James

 

Harry

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This post is written for Friday Fictioneers.

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PHOTO PROMPT © Anshu Bhojnagarwala

Harry comes in around nine. The regular crowd has been there since eight. Been that way since ’96. Taking his seat at the piano he turns and surveys the crowd. He knows they all have to be back in their coffins by sunrise.

There’s Sara dressed in her finest white gauze and her head topped by a red bandana. Over in the corner is Old John still trying to pick up Sadie. She told him to drop dead ten hears ago. And he did!

The keys on the piano have turned to decayed wood. The sound doesn’t have to carry far.

 

 

 

 

Seashore

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This post is in response to the Weekend Writing prompt.

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Photo Credit … Danny James

We walked this beach many times. As little girls we promised to be best friends forever. Then came careers, husbands and children of our own. The walks became less frequent. We compared notes on our life’s progress until the pain from the pancreatic cancer became unbearable. Your daughter’s words still haunt me today. “You better come quick. Mom’s dying.”

 

 

 

Bath Robe in the Window

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PHOTO PROMPT © CEAyr

I park my motorcycle outside Maria’s  small apartment. I thought to myself: you really think she will forgive you?

I had run away. Commitment was not in my vocabulary. I need time to think I told her. “I think you are making a huge mistake,” she had shouted at my departing trail of stones my bike kicked up.

Ten lonely months on the road had convinced me she was right. Time to suck it in and make amends.

Looking up at her widow I see the shadow of a man in a bath robe looking down at me.