Spotty

It’s a dark, stormy night and the dog howls alongside the wind. Cracking open the door, Spotty is fast asleep and you shut it back softly. Moments later you hear a scratching on the door – it’s him. Sighing, you step outside and walk him back to his then turn to leave but Spots whimpers again. The storm is far from abating so you sit by his bed. Sunlight flits through curtains and mom cracks open the door. Spotty is fast asleep and mom shuts it softly, so as not to wake her daughter, who is fast asleep beside him.

— Ashley Khoo, ‘20