Free Write The Dog

 

For the first time we did our Tuesday Freewrite at the café on the corner from our flat: Mille et Une.  Pain au chocolate, or chocolatine as it is known locally, hot chocolate for Rick, vanilla tea for me and we were ready to write. The prompt was a dog sitting outside the tabac waiting for his elderly owner.

Rick's Freewrite

He appeared to be a mixed breed. Maybe part terrier, part cocker. Though his leash was wrapped around a pole, he made no attempt of lie down on the cold stone tiles of the street.

He knew his master would emerge from the tabac in short order -- he always did -- so Rags stayed alert in anticipation. After no more than three minutes, just enough time to buy a pack of foul-smelling Gauloise, his vigilance was rewarded. The leash was released, and Rags took his place walking even a hip-hop spring in his step as they passed the ladies of the fruitier.

D-L's Freewrite

Bob's head was bowed. His leash was wrapped around the pole outside the tabac.

What was taking his master so long?. In the other stores, he was kept by Fritz's side. The green grocer sometimes had a biscuit for him, his favorite, beef flavored.

The owner of the tabac was a witch. Why Fritz didn't take buy his paper and cigarettes at the tabac down the street, and the woman told Bob how beau he was, he didn't understand.

Bob knew the woman was nasty to everyone. 

Several other dogs walked by: Falco, Sherlock, Kenzie. He would have loved to greet them, sniff their butts, but was afraid he would miss seeing Fritz leave. Not that Fritz would forget him, or at least Bob hoped he wouldn't.

Maybe Fritz saw a friend to talk to.

No wait...

There he was with his blue sweater, white hair and twitchy mustache. 

Ready to go home Bob?"

Bob wagged his tail and walked at Fritz's side, ready for his morning nap.