Gemotions

The sun beat down on the empty street, reflecting harshly off the polished hoods of the parked cars. Grace sat on the front steps, her chin resting on her hand. She had nothing to do. The day stretched endlessly before her, a vast expanse of nothingness.

A flash of gold. Buster, once again, was on the run. Grace watched him, a slow smile spreading across her face. This dog, at least, was a reliable source of… something.

She walked towards the dog. “Hello, Buster,” she said to the dog, as she opened the gate.