A Puddle of Memories

Posted by Madd_Fictional on

The concept and passage of time was slightly different for Bailey, so as the rain on his brow beat a rhythm unlocking the past, he sat “good boy” style in a puddle of memories, waiting faithfully for his human’s return.

©2017 Rhyan Scorpio-Rhys

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