The Leash

There it was. Staring me in the face again.

Hanging on the doorknob ready to be hooked to a collar.
Ready to perform its duty of keeping a dog close to you as you walked.
A tool to make control of the dog easier.


That leash hung on the door and haunted me. The dog long gone. The companionship. The snuggling up under the covers on a cold night. A tongue lovingly stroked along my arm. A wagging tail when I picked up that leash.

Gone. All of those things gone.

Except for that leash hanging on the doorknob.


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