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Playing instead of working this afternoon. Consider this post a not-a-beta beta - a trial run on character, if you will
Sarah/Kyle
Sarah knelt on one knee and rubbed the dog behind his ears; the silkly slip-slide of soft fur between her fingers felt good. She smiled.
"What's his name?"
Kyle shrugged. "It's a dog. I call it 'dog'."
"Dog?" Sarah grimaced. The lab panted at her, tongue hanging out the side of his mouth. "You can't just call him 'dog'."
She heard John as she spoke - you can't call him Pugsley. Pugsley's dead. He needs his own name.
Sarah knelt and rubbed both hands through the hair of his ruff, "That's right, isn't it, boy? A dog's gotta have a name."
"Why? A dog's a dog. Something to keep the metal off you."
Stubborn, Sarah thought. She watched and Kyle lifted her bags over the tailgate into the back of the truck. He didn't watch her with the dog. Wouldn't let himself watch, want, join; all that willpower wasted on leaning back against the truck gate instead. Imagining Kyle in John was one thing, seeing her son in his father stunned her.
Dog woofed and licked her face. Sarah gasped and pushed him away. She sounded like laughter.
"He likes you."
"He's a dog. He probably likes everyone." She rubbed her hands on her thighs and stood. The dog watched her, tongue lolling out of one side of his mouth, ears going in two different directions. John would have loved him. Sarah headed for the passenger door. The dog followed at her heels.
"So, you gonna name him?" Kyle climbed into the driver's seat.
"Yeah, he needs his own name." She looked at the dog sitting at her feet and jerked her head at the truck, "Get in, Wizard. Let's go."
Wizard jumped onto the bench seat and circled around twice before sitting facing Sarah with his tail curled tightly around his feet. Kyle glanced at the dog and turned the key in the ignition. Sarah was out by the time he reached the Interstate, her fingers curled tight in Wizard's fur.
Sarah/Kyle
Sarah knelt on one knee and rubbed the dog behind his ears; the silkly slip-slide of soft fur between her fingers felt good. She smiled.
"What's his name?"
Kyle shrugged. "It's a dog. I call it 'dog'."
"Dog?" Sarah grimaced. The lab panted at her, tongue hanging out the side of his mouth. "You can't just call him 'dog'."
She heard John as she spoke - you can't call him Pugsley. Pugsley's dead. He needs his own name.
Sarah knelt and rubbed both hands through the hair of his ruff, "That's right, isn't it, boy? A dog's gotta have a name."
"Why? A dog's a dog. Something to keep the metal off you."
Stubborn, Sarah thought. She watched and Kyle lifted her bags over the tailgate into the back of the truck. He didn't watch her with the dog. Wouldn't let himself watch, want, join; all that willpower wasted on leaning back against the truck gate instead. Imagining Kyle in John was one thing, seeing her son in his father stunned her.
Dog woofed and licked her face. Sarah gasped and pushed him away. She sounded like laughter.
"He likes you."
"He's a dog. He probably likes everyone." She rubbed her hands on her thighs and stood. The dog watched her, tongue lolling out of one side of his mouth, ears going in two different directions. John would have loved him. Sarah headed for the passenger door. The dog followed at her heels.
"So, you gonna name him?" Kyle climbed into the driver's seat.
"Yeah, he needs his own name." She looked at the dog sitting at her feet and jerked her head at the truck, "Get in, Wizard. Let's go."
Wizard jumped onto the bench seat and circled around twice before sitting facing Sarah with his tail curled tightly around his feet. Kyle glanced at the dog and turned the key in the ignition. Sarah was out by the time he reached the Interstate, her fingers curled tight in Wizard's fur.