As the sun began to set and the air got chilly, he slung his guitar over his shoulder and picked up his cigar box. “Come on, Jonesy, it’s time to call it a day. Let’s stop by Chang’s on the way home and pick up something to eat. Maybe they’ll have a nice hunk of beef for such a good, handsome dog.” Jonesy wagged his tail in agreement.
As they got closer to Chang’s the smells made his stomach rumble and his mouth water in anticipation. Suddenly, Jonesy pulled the leash out of his hand and took off down an alley. “Hey! Where are you going, you goofy beast?” And after I just complimented him, too.
He found Jonesy sniffing around a pair of heavy work shoes. “What have we here? Hmmm, those look like my size. I could use a new pair.”
Jonesy growled as he reached for one of the shoes. “What is wrong with you, Jonesy? It’s just a shoe.” Then he looked inside the shoe and immediately lost his appetite. The shoes were already occupied by another pair of feet.
Written for Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner.