my entries for the Construct Cup |
the young jumped, vibrating with yipping pleasure that surpassed all magnitude of pleasure I’d ever seen in an animal that someone had come to see them. I was quiet, waiting to see which one would be mine. they were mutts, the grown-ups said. their mother a full bred Golden Retriever, their father mostly a black Labrador, but I didn’t care about that. they were beautiful, with black, shiny coats and wagging tails. there was a little quiet one in the corner that drew my eye, but as I crouched, my hand outstretched, an impatient monster came up to nose my hand, and I knew: that was the one. the grown-ups were hesitant— this one was the biggest and smartest and would grow faster than I could keep up, until, one day, a few years down the road, I would be dragged across gravel, my belly torn and bleeding while an apologetic tongue tried to lick it better, but that was later. now, I gathered the squirming bundle in my arms, and we went home, together. line count: 38 Prompt ▼ |