Dashing
through the downpour, Jackson could see no other shelter than a shadowy
doorway. Within the doorway lay a trembling
dog, soaked to the skin. Even with its
matted fur, Jackson appreciated that this dog had some breeding.
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Attached to Jackson’s key chain
was a tiny LED flashlight. “Here, boy…”
Jackson rubbed the wet fur with his woolen scarf, while searching for a chain
or some ID.
The flashlight caught the glint of a tag in the shape
of a four-leaf-clover,
with the name “Lucky” and a phone number.
Jackson dialed it, hearing the ring, and finally an answer. “This is the Blank residence. How may I help you?”
After telling about finding “Lucky”,
Jackson heard a boy in the background shouting with joy. “Lucky!
Lucky has been found!...” Moments
later a car pulled up and the boy jumped out into the rain, wrapping his arms
around his dog.
“You need a ride, mister?” The boy turned to ask. But no one remained, the doorway was
empty. Jackson had disappeared into a
sheet of rain.
The Wed. Word are from 2017, didn't publish it until now.
