During the days they walked, the man and his dog, searching for food, clean water, and shelter for the evening. They also searched for other survivors in the rubble, but were yet to find anything alive.
At night, they hid, and took refuge from the things that stalked the twilight for prey. They slept sporadically, huddled together for warmth.
They shared each other’s food and each other’s company, refusing to surrender that last ounce of hope. They held on to their reminiscences, remembering the good times.
But they could not erase the awful memory of that blooming mushroom cloud.
Written in response to CarrotRanch’s September 5, 2019, prompt: true grit.
3 thoughts on “‘Good Boy’: A story in 99 words”
You just gotta keep going. Clench your fists and push. True grit.
Good job fitting this into 99 words.
Thanks very much! I really enjoyed the challenge.