The dog lay upon the floor waiting for his master to arrive, but he would soon find an unpleasant surprise. The step on the porch was not his master's familiar hobbling gait, but instead a steady, even pace. The knock at the door sent Yorick's mistress hurrying to step over his Great Dane form, sprawled across the cool tile of the foyer. Yorick heard her gasp as the man in blue at the door said something in a low voice. He wasn't sure what "head-on collision" meant, but it certainly couldn't be good, if her reaction was any indication.
© 2007 Mary Beth Magee
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Comments: 8
A fine beginning to what promises to be a good story. Finish it and then post the whole work.
Pat