The woman with grey hair fancied the attractive man with no name she met in the park. She wished she were twenty years younger. His terrier stole her dog’s ball.
By accident or design they met again, then every Friday, throwing balls for the dogs, launching bread at the ducks and ambling through the woods. He made her laugh. Made her feel special. Made her feel young.
Her dog shamelessly worshipped the man and rolled on its back inviting him to caress its silky tummy. How the woman with grey hair wished she could do the same. She smiled to herself, thinking her dog, so infatuated, would happily go home with him.
Last Friday they threw balls, launched bread at the ducks and walked into the woods.
The man with no name led his terrier, and the dog who was happy to go home with him … home.