(c) Dawn Q. Landau

The dog’s been following me for more than an hour. I don’t know what to do. It won’t go away. I’ve tried throwing things. It thought we were playing a game of fetch when I threw sticks, and it dodged the rocks. I’ve tried shouting. It wagged its tail. I won’t run, my backpack’s full with my possessions.

The dog’s catching up with me. It nuzzles my hand.

I can barely walk anymore. I should have left the books at home. But they’ve been my only friends, I didn’t want to leave without them.

Dogs make good friends, don’t they?


This is my story for this week’s Friday Fictioneers – all the stories inspired by the image are here.