Author’s Note: I hadn’t tried a drabble before. That’s a story 100 words, no more, no less (counting the title.) So, I tried one.
By Jeff Baker
“Okay,” I said. “We’d better head back.”
Ralph, being a dog, didn’t say anything, jogging right ahead of me.
“It’d be easier if we were the last survivors of World War Three,” I said as we headed back home along the beach. “Or if we were on the run from the law or the mob or from space aliens. But no, I have to go back to work tomorrow. Nine to five. Office. But you know something? I think we got it pretty good.”
Ahead, Ralph looked back, seeming to smile as his tail gave a joyful wag.