Alerted by the thunder of four feet hitting the ground at speed, she turned and there he was, coming towards her. He loomed larger by the micro-second; head thrust forward, ears flat against his skull, mouth agape, teeth glistenening, throwing off speckles of foamy saliva. She froze, half crouched, her own mouth open in a shout that didn't have time to reach his ears. Forty kilos of perfect, black and tan, canine athleticity swerved at the final moment, swinging his back end round to take her legs out from under her. Flat on her back in the middle of the park, she looked up at the grinning jowls. He looked back at her apologetically and licked her face. 'Ooops! Soz, Mum. I need to practise that'.
This is a memory! Stimulated by a prompt from the Creative Writing module which starts tomorrow. We seem to have been waiting forever for it to start. I'm a bit conflicted with that and this right now. We can't submit anything for assessment which has been pre-published, so putting something on here automatically means I can't use it on the module. At least not in the same form. Once we know what the assessments are, I'll have a clearer idea of where we are going, so keep watching just in case! It may save you having to buy my first novel. Hahahahahahahaha!
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