I thought I’d continue the story from last week’s One Hundred Word offering. To those of you who are new to my Sunday post, Inspired by medium.com, I’m self-directing a challenge to write 100 words every Sunday in 2013. This is post number seven.
On the collar was a brass round tag, stamped with the word Gertrude. “Sorry girl,” I said, as I stroked her back. She dipped her head towards the pavement and dropped the key at my feet. Then she turned and walked towards the trees. The key was brass too; a skeleton key. It was large enough to open a door. It felt cold and heavy in my hand. Gertrude had stopped at the edge of the parking lot, as if she were waiting for me. I stood up, slipped the key into my pocket and followed her into the trees.