I wrote this for Zarah, who won a giveaway in which I was offering a flashfiction piece written to a prompt of the winner’s chosing. Zarah’s prompt was “A man and his dog”, and this is what came out of it:
There was a dog on his bed. Dogs liked sleeping on comfortable places, so that shouldn’t have been a surprise. The problem was that Jared didn’t own a dog. He was sure he’d closed all the doors and windows before leaving for work in the morning, so how the hell had the dog got in? He checked everything again, just in case, but the house was just as he’d left it, and it should have been inaccessible from the outside. He went back to the bedroom, shaking his head, trying to convince himself he’d imagined there was a dog sleeping on his bed, but the canine was still there.
He – yes, he, Jared had looked – was an ugly thing too. One of his eyes was missing, his teeth were crooked and his fur was full of white patches that had nothing to do with what looked like the original colour. And still, Jared didn’t want to wake him and throw him out. He took a picture instead, and printed a few posters to hang onto the neighbourhood’s trees. Maybe someone was missing their dog.
He went pout to hang them and found himself closing the door softly as to not wake up his unexpected guest. When he came back, the dog was still asleep, and Jared was surprised by how the calming effect his breath had on him. He sat down on the bed close to the dog, and run his hand down his flank. The dog didn’t wake up, but he shifted slightly closer to him. His fur was raspy, and Jared was determined to give him a bath as soon as he woke up. Between the regularity of the dog’s breaths and the soothing motion of his hand on his fur, he soon fell asleep next to his visitor.
He woke up with a start, and there was still a dog on his bed. He was awake now, his eye focused on Jared, and he’d been lying completely still until he noticed Jared was awake. Then his tail started thumping and a canine grin appeared on his face.
Jared greeted his visitor with a few pats on the head, and spoke softly to him, getting up from the bed and guiding the dog to the bathroom, where they both got completely wet, even if Jared’s plan had only involved getting water on the dog.
A few weeks passed, and no one answered to Jared’s posters, but the dog kept sleeping on his bed, and he was taking Jared out in a regular basis. Jared was sure that should have worked the other way around, but he wasn’t going to complain. The dog was happy, and his happiness was making its way into Jared’s heart, into a place that had been empty and cold for too long; a place that now felt warm every morning when he woke up and found a dog on his bed.
I hope you enjoyed this little story! Comments are always welcome ❤