Rex stood waiting at the corner of the street, bathed in the yellow glow of a streetlamp. The city was in shades of grey, as sunlight shyly retreated from the towers and into the horizon. Tim was late today. He’d usually be trotting down the street now, and they would both exchange the news of the day. He’d always be accompanied by that scruffy animal of his, which clung to him like a creeper to a wall. Late.
So Rex stood watching tiny spots of light appear across the city facade, its inhabitants preparing for another night in. Milliseconds turned to seconds turned to minutes. He sat upright when he heard a bark from across the street. Elated, he saw Tim making his way toward him, tail wagging. Beside him his unkempt owner held desperately on Tim’s leash, glasses askew and hair stuck to forehead with sweat. Rex stuck his tongue out in excitement, and barked in reply. His tail was wagging furiously.
awaitingvalidation 