Footsteps echoed eerily in the fog. I recognized them, comforting in a way. Morning and night they were there, sometimes before me. In the evenings they might be following me, but at other times they were coming from in front.
Tonight it was a pair of footsteps in the fog, along with a hushed conversation. It wasn’t a steady walk, starting and stopping. It was the couple from two doors away walking their two dogs, a Bichon Frise and a Shih Tzu, Olive and Exodus by name.
We’ve known each other for years, not by name but by their dog’s name. It’s that way when you’re in a community with pets.
It’s Finish off Friday (FoF) time again. “The challenge is to you write an additional 100 to 150 words to complete the story. using picture provided and the opening sentence,”
Today’s photo is by phylor aka Lorraine