Sweetie Pie
I started calling both my dog and husband Sweetie Pie the same year my husband found my lover’s cashmere sock. I’d stuffed it in my coat pocket after tugging at it nestled like a snake down my pants’ leg. But it escaped flaccidly onto our stone entryway. After my dogwalk up and around the hill, the city nestled below us, its rivers aquiver, I unhooked the leash. I said, “Oh, Sweetie Pie. I’ll always love you.” Then, as the dog skittered to his kibble, I saw my husband’s hand and the fine knit. I said, “Oh, Sweetie Pie.”
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Photo Credit: Astrid Westvang
Poignant and full. What a fine 100-word story, Sherrie!
This story has a lot of meaning to it and i reall like it.
I so agree with Miranda. Lot’s of meaning and so well told.