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kh_drabbleChallenge: [267] Left Behind
Title: Man's Best Friend
Word Count: 307
Notes: I don't usually do second entries, but this one hit me like a ton of bricks and got written in twenty minutes flat. This particular character needs more love, IMO.
His master always talked with him before he left. It would be a tradition, if he knew what tradition was; what he knew was when his master approached him with a biscuit in one hand and a letter in the other, it was Very Important and it meant his master would soon be gone.
The biscuit and letter were the same, but the things his master told him today were different than usual.
Be a good boy, his master said. He smiled and nodded and wagged his tail, because he was always a good boy. That was easy.
Take care of Minnie, his master said. He nodded again, then straightened up and gave a crisp salute, parading stiff-legged in a tight circle around his master to show just how serious he was. He always took care of Minnie while his master was gone. She was safe with him.
And no more playing fetch with Donald's staff, even if his nephews throw it for you, his master said. He at least looked a little shamefaced at that one, donning a sheepish grin even though he didn't feel guilty at all. That had been fun! Still, he nodded again, because his master needed to know he understood.
Keep out of trouble, okay? his master said, offering him the biscuit and then the letter. I'll be back before you know it. He snarfed down the buiscit, took the letter gingerly in his teeth, and watched his master leave, puzzling over the conversation. There was one very important thing that he hadn't heard this time around.
His master never told him to stay.
He nosed at the ground for any remaining biscuit crumbs - there were none - and then trotted off, away from the courtyard, the castle, and eventually the world entirely. After all, he had a letter to deliver.
Title: Man's Best Friend
Word Count: 307
Notes: I don't usually do second entries, but this one hit me like a ton of bricks and got written in twenty minutes flat. This particular character needs more love, IMO.
His master always talked with him before he left. It would be a tradition, if he knew what tradition was; what he knew was when his master approached him with a biscuit in one hand and a letter in the other, it was Very Important and it meant his master would soon be gone.
The biscuit and letter were the same, but the things his master told him today were different than usual.
Be a good boy, his master said. He smiled and nodded and wagged his tail, because he was always a good boy. That was easy.
Take care of Minnie, his master said. He nodded again, then straightened up and gave a crisp salute, parading stiff-legged in a tight circle around his master to show just how serious he was. He always took care of Minnie while his master was gone. She was safe with him.
And no more playing fetch with Donald's staff, even if his nephews throw it for you, his master said. He at least looked a little shamefaced at that one, donning a sheepish grin even though he didn't feel guilty at all. That had been fun! Still, he nodded again, because his master needed to know he understood.
Keep out of trouble, okay? his master said, offering him the biscuit and then the letter. I'll be back before you know it. He snarfed down the buiscit, took the letter gingerly in his teeth, and watched his master leave, puzzling over the conversation. There was one very important thing that he hadn't heard this time around.
His master never told him to stay.
He nosed at the ground for any remaining biscuit crumbs - there were none - and then trotted off, away from the courtyard, the castle, and eventually the world entirely. After all, he had a letter to deliver.
