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Someone to Love

She fell in love with him the day they met. She kept her distance watching from afar, strolling by, chatting with others to see if he'd notice. He did, but he was shy. She liked that about him as much as she liked his dark eyes and the way he tilted his head when she talked.

She came here wounded, as did he. Could they trust their broken hearts? Cautiously he approached her. A touch on the hand with a wet nose and a wag of the tail was all she needed. She belonged with him and he with her.

Story by:

Susan Warren Utley

submitted at 1:30pm

26 July 2011

Susan Warren Utley's web:

creativeprocrastination.wordpress.com