Call of the home
Photo prompt-© Dawn Q Landau
He had walked for seven days and yet had not reached his home.
He had used all his cunning to escape from the gang who had stolen him. He was not the only dog in captivity. But he was the only one who wanted to escape.
His first attempt failed. They clubbed him till he became unconscious. But that did not deter him. He fought back; he chose to rely on cunning and not strength.
He was losing hope; then he saw her. He just wanted to run and touch her.
He kept trudging; he was too tired to run.
(Inspired by ‘The call of the wild’ that I have re-read after many years)