The Street was a River

Rain was pelting down creating a bubble-laden river in the street in front of the café. The tables were outside, but a writing friend and I were snug inside discussing short stories and writers’ groups over pots of tea. We could look out onto the street and knew we were happy to order lunch and maybe dinner if the rain didn't let up.

The Benjie wantabe trotted in and plunked himself down in the middle of the door. From the tilt of his head, we could tell he was watching the flowing water which would, had he ventured out, come half way up his body.

Dogs are allowed in restaurants and cafés. However, Frank the owner of this café, wants them accompanied, so when Benjie moved further inside he was shooed back to the doorway.

When the rain lessened he high-tailed it around the corner to his home.