Friday Fictioneer challenge: Write a 100-word story based on the photo.
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Friday Fictioneer prompt. Copyright Dawn Q Landau
The Promise
The dog found her that night, lost in the forest. At sunrise, he nipped at her heels. She couldn’t see him – he died two years before – and the nips were so faint she didn’t realize what they were. He guided her to the railroad track, shielding her from harm, as even death couldn’t prevent him from keeping his promise to protect her.
When he saw the others approaching, he faded into the trees with one last bark in her direction. At the familiar sound, she turned, eyes wide with wonder. She raised her hand, called his name, and waved goodbye.
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It's a long story ... 
That’s so sweet.
My wife swears that she feels our cat, who died of leukemia, on the bed with her. Who am I to disbelieve? A ghost dog?…comforting story. 🙂
Not everything can be explained, or seen by all. And what does it hurt to believe?
That’s tender and bittersweet story. I thought the end would see the dog as something like her spiritual protector but he went away instead.
Yes, he went away, but only after the danger passed. He is never so far away that he cannot watch over her.
You and I both saw the dog as a ghost – I like your interpretation.
Nice to think that perhaps our departed canine companions still walked at our heels. Nice story.
Sad. I like the tone of this, and I like the ending – the bark, the farewell. Lovely.
Yes, it is a little sad, and a little comforting, too.
“The woods are lovely, dark and deep … But I have promises to keep.” Frost
Promises to keep, a lovely tale or tail.
Love that line, from Frost!
Quite a faithful dog. He did his job, then left. Well done, Tresha. 🙂 — Suzanne