She was crouched down in the corner, clenched up and tucked like a scared dog. The street was empty but for her and her crying. The kind of crying I don’t know what to do with. The hiccup, snotty kind. I asked if she was ok, if she was lost. She talked through her fingers, stuttered words expelled between shallow breaths. Her dog, Thunder had run off. Pulled the leash from her hand. She held out her palm, a thin red welt laid out like proof.
We searched the streets, me and her, calling and whistling. Found his black and brown hide tangled up in a bike rack outside a tattoo shop. He wiggled and howled and tucked his tail, knowing he’d done something wrong but not sure what.
She was already walking away when she spun around and yelled, thanks mister. Remember when you asked if there were any polite kids left in the world? I found one, right here in our home town.
Got me thinking that maybe the world ain’t going to hell after all. Got me thinking on the good stuff.
12 Replies to “Lost and found”
Yes, “on the good stuff”. nice vignette, Carmen to accompany an interesting photo. I truly enjoyed . . . engaged. :):)
Sarah
Thanks Sarah! Sometimes it takes just a small thing, a smile, a thank you, to get us through the day.
You did good!
Thanks Michelle! The streets are full of inspiration…
There’s nothing more compelling than a little kid and a lost dog. Yes, it would seem that the world has gone to shit, but there’s always hope, even in front of a grimy tattoo parlor. Love this.
Thanks Mary! I think anyone would stop and help a kid who lost their dog. At least in my stories they would:)
The visual that accompanies this photo through your incredible story telling is (as I search through my limited vocabulary for the word most closely resembling how reading this makes me feel) FANTASTIC.
Needing more.
Thanks V! My goal is to do one of these postcards a week so there will be more. Thanks for reading them!
Loved the positive spin you put on this tragic looking image. Always love your shorts Carmen!
Thanks Sue! Graffiti is great inspiration…
This…. Is good stuff. Xo
Seeing as I always take your word for everything… Thanks Dawn!
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