Gemotions

The morning sun dripped across the dew-kissed lawn, and a giggle bubbled up from Amelia's throat as she spotted the golden retriever, Buster, bounding through the gap in the fence. Her heart did a little skip.

“Well, hello there, you rascal!” she called, abandoning her weeding gloves. She sprang towards the dog, her arms outstretched, feigning a dramatic lunge.

Buster, of course, was delighted. He started to trot, then burst into a sprint, heading towards the open space of the garden. Amelia, with a whoop, gave chase, her laughter echoing amongst the roses.