A Slice of Life
It’s mid morning and I walk my dog Elsie over to John’s house so he can take his dog Becky and my dog Elsie and himself for a morning walk which everyone loves.
Then I go back home and eat breakfast. Once they return, John says Elsie always waits at the gate watching for me. And truly when I go to get her, she’s there at the gate waiting.
It always brings me to tears. I think because I have waited at the gate for many people and most have never seen me there.
But now I see someone waiting for me. At the gate.
Short story by Gail Berry
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