“Scooby!! it’s not a ball…come back.” She shouted to me.
“She’s so dumb!…can’t she see it’s round?…it has to be a ball!!” I woofed and ran faster. Anyway she seldom understood what I said when I barked.
I’d never seen a ball like that before. What was it made of? I could see the sky through it. Unlike other balls, it was bigger and colorless, flying slowly with its edge waving back and forth.
“I’m falling in love…” I blinked, then barked, feeling ecstatic.
She laughed harder; “You’re a silly dog!!” She shouted.
“She never gets me…silly girl!!” I barked angrily.
I reached for it but the ball flew higher; was it playing with me too? I lifted my front legs and jumped higher. It was right in front of my eyes; I widened my mouth and…
“Yes!!! I grabbed it…” I barked, turning towards my friend.
But it disappeared; where did it go?
“You poor thing! I told you it wasn’t a ball…you popped the bubble.” She caressed my head.
Laying my head in her lap, I barked – “you don’t get me all the time, still you’re my best friend.”
– Chirasree, a dreamer.
(Word count – 196)
Photo(Featured image) credit – Selsmith
Photo prompt – Fortnight Friday Fables #1