Gemotions

The air hung heavy and still in the garden. Sam lay on the grass, staring at the cloudless sky. He had completed every single task on his list, and now what? He wished something would change.

The rustling of leaves broke his reverie. Buster, a golden comet, had breached the perimeter. Sam sat up, a flicker of something close to amusement crossing his face.

He got up and wandered towards the dog, then, in an uncharacteristic display of whimsy, he decided to play fetch with the errant canine before returning him to his own yard.