Today was a slow, rainy Sunday morning – perfect for snuggling. A day and emotional setting unlike what had driven them together last night and kept them up until the first of the rain hit the tent roof.
Lyle petted Barney’s hair as the watery light shimmered through the nylon canvas. The running will stop soon. He had no idea how far they had run before the car ran out of gas, nor how far they walked after that. Someone would find them.
Today, tomorrow, the next. Until then, he planned to keep Barney as safe as he could. As safe as he should have kept him before they ran.
(words 110 – originally appearing at Breathless Press 5/5/2013 for the 2/19/12 Sunday Fun – The original photo was of unknown copyright so did not put on my site – published on old blog 05/05/2013; republished in new blog format on 8/13/2017)