‘Rex, come here boy. Come here. Good dog’ said the man, bending down to reattach the lead to the dog’s collar.
The dog blinked again, for good measure.
And so the man, tugging on the lead as a signal of departure, walked back onto the beach- scratching at his weary eyes and thinking of the cold night ahead of him.
What did he expect of that evening?
A gooey microwave meal; shivering in his oversized jumper; a swig of whiskey in front of the fire, maybe?
He certainly didn’t expect a woman to turn up on his door that night.
And he most definitely hadn’t imagined her to be blonde, middle aged and effortlessly beautiful, carrying an ‘oh so world-weary’ sense about her- with just one thing thing to say.
Darling, I’ve missed you.
This story was inspired by the photo above- taken by my wonderful photographer friend, Lily! Lily runs a fantastic photo blog called 'Lily Does Shots', which you should check out! Make sure you tell her that Not All About Boys sent you!