Reunited (ota)
Kyla was sitting in the park on a bench watching some of the children play on the nearby play structure. Only the younger children were still the same back home, she noticed. It was only when you were about six that you realized you were living in a world where almost everything was trying to kill you and you grew up fast. But before then, the children looked a lot like the ones she was watching. Kyla wondered if she had ever been like that.
She sighed, closing her eyes and leaning back on the bench until she heard two barks, both distinct and very familiar. Her eyes opened and turned in the direction of the sound and immediately froze when she saw the Ginger, a reddish-yellow Siberian Husky and Ripper, a mostly Bullmastiff mix staring at her from a few feet away. Her dogs.
"Ginger? Ripper?"
As if to answer her, they approached. Ripper took his usual position by her feet, stretching out on the ground while Ginger sat diligently next to her. Something inside Kyla relaxed. There was something familiar about home now and at least she could hold onto that.
She sighed, closing her eyes and leaning back on the bench until she heard two barks, both distinct and very familiar. Her eyes opened and turned in the direction of the sound and immediately froze when she saw the Ginger, a reddish-yellow Siberian Husky and Ripper, a mostly Bullmastiff mix staring at her from a few feet away. Her dogs.
"Ginger? Ripper?"
As if to answer her, they approached. Ripper took his usual position by her feet, stretching out on the ground while Ginger sat diligently next to her. Something inside Kyla relaxed. There was something familiar about home now and at least she could hold onto that.