SAFE AND SOUND
I had spent days walking through the desert. I was exhausted, but I had accomplished my duty. Escorting was never the most exciting assignment, but a job was a job. As hard as it could be, I knew I helped people; that in itself was reward enough for me.
I must admit I often thought of home when on duty. I remembered the smell of freshly cooked food in the house, the softness of a real bed, the warmth of my family. When things got rough, as they always did in war zones, that’s what kept me going.
My task was completed, I was allowed to go home for a few days. I was welcomed by Michael, 3 years old, with hugs and kisses. He is my favourite, though I’d never admit it if I was asked. Jake, my master, pat my head and said for both of us :
“We’re home, safe and sound.”
Word count : 155
Image : Pixabay.com
Story writing for the 57th Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW), a weekly challenge hosted by Priceless Joy to write a ±100-150 word story based on a picture.
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