Gemotions

The park bench was cold, the wind biting through David's thin jacket. He’d been sitting there for hours, watching the other families, the children laughing, their parents smiling.

A blur of brown bounded up, disrupting his reverie. Buster.

The dog, seeing him, tilted its head and let out a curious bark. David, normally reserved, found himself laughing.

He reached out and scratched behind Buster’s ears. The dog leaned into the touch. "You're a friendly fella, aren't you?" David murmured, the words feeling strange on his tongue.