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The flash of light momentarily blinded him, and he wondered how it had all come to this.
The flash of light momentarily blinded him, and he wondered how it had all come to this.
He was walking on
the side of the main road out of town, a backpack on one shoulder, his dog’s
leash in another. The headlights of the car turning down the road in front of
him seemed brighter than usual. However, it could have just been the dark night
and the rain.
“Austin?! Austin
Bridges?! I thought that was you. I recognized The General!”
A woman was
shouting at him through the window of her car. She rolled it up and got out.
She was under dressed in yoga pants and a white hooded sweatshirt, her feet getting soaked in
her flip-flops. She had something in her
hand, but he was so confused as to who this was that he didn’t register what it
was.
The bright purple
umbrella popped up and over his head and hers. She looked into his face, and he
looked down at her. She was familiar, but he couldn’t place her. However, he
was saved from the embarrassment of having to ask who she was, because she wasn’t
looking at him at all. She had put her hand down and was scratching behind The
General’s ear (his favorite spot).
She told him to
hold the umbrella and, not knowing what else to do, he took it obediently. She
crouched down in a catcher’s position and was giving The General her full
attention.
While he worked through
all the people who could know his dog like this, she looked up and said, “I’m
Gracie. I work at the dog hotel you bring The General to. I have never spoken
to you, but I see you come and go. This dog loves you so much! And he is all of
our favorites. Why are you walking him in the rain?”
All the pieces were
clicking together, he had seen her a few times when he dropped The General off
at Le Pooch (the name wasn’t his favorite thing in the world, a little too
frilly for his giant English Bulldog, but they had the nicest staff and the acreage
they sat on was something you dream about). He had never given her much of a
thought, except that The General ran to her when he saw her, and he didn’t run.
He thought about what
to say to her. The truth? Or a lie? He was too cold, and wet to be creative with a lie, and it would already take The General
hours to dry out if they got out of the rain this second.
“Long story, but my
parents think I am on a train to North Carolina State. As you can see, we aren’t.”
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