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 :Ā 155
Image :
Story writing for the 57th Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW), a weekly challenge hosted by Priceless Joy to write a Ā±100-150 word story based on a picture.
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  1. Great story from the POV of the dog! That is cute that three year old Michael is his favorite. I am glad it had a happy ending!

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  2. A feel good story from the prompt. A nice change from some of the others. Well done …
    Isadora šŸ˜Ž

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  3. I enjoyed your take on the prompt. Well written.

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  4. Great twist in your telling of the story! Enjoyed!

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