The beach path is worn,
people walking on it every day but still it stands.
I’m walking along it, holding my sandy bag away from my leg and begging my feet to go faster because I need to get home and take that shower, but there’s a lady with her dog walking towards me on the path.
The dog is really cute. It’s black with pointy ears and has lots of raggedy fur. It’s kind of low to the ground, and I reach down to pet it. It smiles up at me.
The lady has auburn hair and red cat-eye glasses. She has red lipstick and is wearing a tortoiseshell coverup that sort of flows around her. She attempts a smile, but it’s forced, and I give her a small one back.
As she walks away,
I look back at the dog.
I guess you can’t help who you’re related to.
people walking on it every day but still it stands.
I’m walking along it, holding my sandy bag away from my leg and begging my feet to go faster because I need to get home and take that shower, but there’s a lady with her dog walking towards me on the path.
The dog is really cute. It’s black with pointy ears and has lots of raggedy fur. It’s kind of low to the ground, and I reach down to pet it. It smiles up at me.
The lady has auburn hair and red cat-eye glasses. She has red lipstick and is wearing a tortoiseshell coverup that sort of flows around her. She attempts a smile, but it’s forced, and I give her a small one back.
As she walks away,
I look back at the dog.
I guess you can’t help who you’re related to.
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