Sunday, February 07, 2010

100 words: "Lost and Found"

New drabble today...

Lost and Found

Finally we agree to book a holiday - somewhere exotic, somewhere to get away from all this shit that surrounds us, drags us down, gets in the way. Somewhere to find again what we had ten years ago.

We fly to Barbados; an uneasy flight, but jetlag and novelty wash over us. We promenade the sands, sip too many cocktails. Things go well.

Then Rusty, our dog, turns up. Welsh Corgi, light brown. Lost five years ago, presumed dead, yet... here he is, covered in sand.

We spend the rest of the holiday talking to Rusty instead of each other.