Friday, March 16, 2012

Evening Constitutional on The Ides of March, in prose.

The friendly pair came leisurely ambling down the street. All was quiet, and the sky was the pleasant pink and purple of dusk. The old friends walked to the park and spent some time enjoying the evening under the big oak tree. Arthur and Oscar had been making this short evening stroll for years. After a short time at the park, Arthur gave the signal that it was time to go back home. After all, they were a pair of scruffy mutts, and they didn't want to miss their nightly bowl of kibble.

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