Dog Days, part 1

26 Feb 2012 3 Comments

by Leigh Townsend in Writing Tags: dogs, fiction, Leigh Townsend, practice, writing

It’s time for some more writing practice.  We’ll do this little story in a few installments.  Enjoy part 1!

I don’t remember much about my mother’s house.  Most of it comes to me in random flashes at odd moments.

I remember having a soft place to sleep, and always being warm.  I had brothers and sisters, although I can’t seem to recall how many.  It felt like there were a lot of us, but I was little, so I could be wrong.

Sometimes I get a scent of something that reminds me of my mother.  I do remember how she smelled, although the words to describe it evade me.  Comfort, warmth, softness, and sweetness; those are the words that come to mind when I think of her scent.

I don’t remember being hungry, so there must have been enough food.  I don’t remember the people, either.  They were there, to be sure, but my world was limited to my mother, my siblings, and the warm place where we slept.  Beyond that, I have no memories.

I do remember being left, though.  You don’t forget something like that.