Every night, Clarisse walked her dog along the same path, calling in to see Old McKready. But then he died, and seeing no point in walking the same path and bringing back sad memories, she changed the route. Coincidentally, along this very same route, another elderly man walked his dog every night. The two soon came to exchanging greetings and generally conversing. And then one day, the old man stopped walking along that route. Clarisse assumed it was maybe just that one night. She was wrong. She didn’t see him the next night, or the night after that, or the night after that, and roughly around then, she gave up hope on ever seeing him again.
She was right. She would never see the old man with his dog again. But she does see someone else with the very same dog, and they go along the same friendship. Greetings. Conversations. Until, to Clarisse, it becomes something more.
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A Little Book of One-Shots
Teen FictionI'm an amazing procrastinator. FACT. I'm horrific at time management. FACT. None of my ideas will ever be completed unless they're purposefully left unfinished. FACT (most of the time). I love that cover. FACT.
