The dog could have continued for a few hours more. I, though, had a cell phone, keys and no spare clothes. So i pottered around till the waves lapped at my knees. All the while, the dog lapped up the sea, the waves, the company — another dog and the person with him, who alsoContinue reading “The dog who swam too much”
They met everywhere they could. Not for them any secrets from each other.
People were by now, dancing, eating and yapping all at once. Memories, plans, presents — all were in a dance.
They lay there, cozying up one next to each other, holding on against the cool sea breeze. Calmly, they lie in wait, for nothing in particular, without want or complain.
She was barely 3-4 year old. She didn’t care about the picnicking folks or the sea or the pets. She was most obsessed with the soft balloons in her hands.
How dare they? Do they not know?