I wrote this for this week's IU Flash Fiction Challenge and forgot to submit it...but you get to read it here!
“Ah, there you are.” She said looking up from the book she was reading. “Where have you been?” She got up, picking up her iced teacup and sliding into her flip-flops. “I thought something happened to you.”
She walked into the house as Old Rufus made his way up onto the porch. He had been coming here to sun himself for as long as he could remember. He used to be carried out from the house and placed on a chair, then he got too big for the chair and laid on the floor. Then he moved to the lake and would still make his way up the back yard to lay in his favorite spot.
He wouldn’t come every day, but she was right, a week was longer than he normally stayed away. He didn’t do it on purpose, the days had gotten away from him and he suddenly got the craving for roast chicken and realized how long he’d been away.
He let out a small bellow when he got to his spot.
“Oh, now you’re impatient.” She said coming out of the house. “Good thing, I like you.” She placed the bin down on the porch and went back inside. He sighed sun and left-over roast chicken. The best life for an old gator.
Oh fun! I lived in south Florida but didn't see that coming. :-) Thanks for sharing.
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