Selena sighed as she uttered her prayer. “I am thankful. And I’m thankful for Hank. I thank you for taking care of him wherever he roams; please send him home. He makes me feel secure. I don’t like to be alone.”
Bzzr, bzzr. Selena responded to the doorbell. It was the neighbor, Mr. Johnson.
“I’m glad you caught him. Thank you, Mr. Johnson, for bringing him home.” …..
“Get in here, you rascal. Why did you run away? You are bad for running out the door like you did.”
Hank just gave her a super slobbery kiss with a “forgive me” doggie smile.
Friday Fictioneers, a 100 word challenge by Rochelle based on picture prompt. https://rochellewisoff.com/ Thank you, Rochelle, for hosting this event. Visit Rochelle’s link to find other submissions to this event. Thanks, Dale, for the picture use. PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson