We'll Keep Waiting For Tomorrow

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic

This story is about my dog and I's daily waiting for "the thing"

I tore open the glass door and sprinted out. My dog, fur the color of wheat was right by my side. Our feet pounded the hot concrete, like a herd of wild beasts. We came across the edge where the grass and asphalt met, hot and cold. We leapt like gazelles into the lawn. We ran to our favorite spot and collapsed.

Dog tucked under my arm, I lied down. We were still for a while, listening to the sounds of nature. Every now and again, Chance would shoot me a glance, like “Let’s go, I’m tired of waiting for it!” Annoyance and impatience filled me, yet I kept calm. Today was the day we were going to see it, I knew it.

Chance and I squirmed under the hot desert sun. Every now and then, the rare breeze ruffled my stick straight hair, and blew Chance’s wild, unruly curly mane. My dog licked my cheek, which has always been his way of talking to me. I picked up his signal and stood up. I brushed the dirt and leaves of my thighs and back and walked to the heavy french doors of my home. Chance sat in our place in disbelief. “Bug!” I cried, using his favorite nickname. “Come on bug!” He got up against his will and trudged over.

“Maybe tomorrow.” I whispered as I knelt to the dog’s level. “Maybe tomorrow”.


Submitted: June 12, 2011

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AmberLN

I really like your story. I like how you describe your actions. You did a really nice job at this story. :)

-Amber

Mon, June 13th, 2011 1:44am

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