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Post by hunter on Jan 7, 2010 13:15:09 GMT -5
Hunter's dream was awkward, weird. She couldn't make anything from it, and truthfully, hardly remembered any of it. But it has shaken her; shaken her to the bone and she needed to get as far away from her house as possible. She'd rolled out of bed, showered and changed into purple denim skinny jeans, a white cotton long sleeved t-shirt and slipped a black long, loose fabric vest over top. Then she slipped on a pair of purple Chuck Taylors, grabbed her bag, Apollo's leash and her keys. She called to her beloved American Eskimo and when he raced around the corner, they both practically ran out the front door of the house to the car.
She stopped at a corner deli grabbed a couple sandwiches, some drinks and some snacks. Why some much food for just herself, she had no clue because Apollo wasn't allowed to eat 'people food' but she did it before getting back in her 'stang and drving aimlessly. At a red light she shook her dark hair loose and stared in her rear view mirror at herself before turning to look at her surroundings. She knew where she was immediately and knew without a doubt that she was heading for the park. A smile spread across her full unpainted lips in pure joy. Instantly she was glad she'd brought him with her.
Hunter parked her car, put the food, along with the spare box of dog treats she kept in the car, in her bag. She didn't bother clipping Apollo's leash to his collar. He hadn't left her side since the day she brought him home. A few extremely long days after her Mo-mo had died. She grabbed the frisbee from the backseat and started off for a big field with Apollo running around happily ahead of her. |
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