Wednesday, January 9, 2013

Day 9 of the 250 Word Prompt

"You're a long way from home, boy."

The sun beat down on Ty, as he made his way along the shoulder of the highway.  He was getting tired, but knew he had to keep moving.   His family was waiting for him to return, and he was determined to get back to them, anyway he could.  Searching for something – anything – that looked familiar, he tried not to dwell on the dryness of his mouth and throat, or how long it had been since he had water to drink.

Cars passed by him, but no one had stopped.  A few slowed to look at him, but quickly moved on as soon as they saw how dirty and disheveled he appeared.  Of course it may have been his behavior, as he would howl, “What are you looking at?”  The sped away and he continued down the road.  He did not want any help.  He trusted no one.

Off in the distance, a dust bowl of sorts was moving toward him.  He slowed his pace, trying to decipher the cause of the advancing plume.  It was not long before he saw the outline of the pick-up truck moving down a now visible dirt road perpendicular to him.  The truck slowed as it reached the intersection, and the driver peered out the side window at Ty.  

Ty passed in front of the vehicle, and kept along his chosen path, waiting for the truck to pull out onto the highway and pass him once more.  Instead, he heard the unmistakable sound of the door opening, as the driver got out and called to him.

“Hey, come here, boy,” the man called as Ty turned to look at him.  Ty was suspicious and stood his ground, preparing for a confrontation.  “Come here,” the man called again, and for some reason, Ty looked into the man’s face and was drawn to him.

Ty ambled over to the man, as he bent over and took the tag hanging around Ty’s neck in his hand.  “You’re a long way from home, boy.”  Ty wagged his tail in acknowledgement, as the man ran his hand over the top of Ty’s head.  “Well, let’s see if we can’t get you back there,” the man offered, as he opened the driver’s side door, moved to the side, and allowed Ty to jump into the front seat of the truck.  As they headed off down the road in search of the German Shepard’s home, Ty hung his head out the window, soaking up the sun’s rays.


  1. It's funny how sometimes something just pops right into our head and other times, not so much! Awe it's about a dog! YAY! Love dogs!

  2. That was fun. I liked the opening and enjoyed the surprise of the last paragraph.