April 3, 2023, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about a dog in the desert. Why is the dog there? Who else is involved? Is there a deeper metaphor you can make of the desert? Go where the prompt leads!
Six years since me and JimBo, aka Jimmy Bogart Humphrey, traveled ‘cross country. Through Ohio, Kansas, down to Texas. Through the Mojave Desert, Nevada, where roadkill dotted the sand and dogs roamed wild.
“Hey, Mick, there’s a wild one ahead. Slow down, I’ll git a picture.”
“He don’t look wild,” I slowed.
“Got my picture, let’s go.”
I kept seeing that mutt.
“Hey, JimBo, I’m goin’ back.”
“Are you crazy, man? Them desert dogs is mean!”
“Nay, didn’t look mean.”
Still there, the dog eagerly jumped in.
Me and Dog settled in Nevada. Jimbo? He’s back east, got married.
Miss Judy Writes 
Aww, glad he returned.
And I loved that accent. Ads to the feeling of the tale.
Happy Easter, Miss Judy!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks. Pat. Happy Easter to you and your family!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Lucky dog!
LikeLiked by 1 person
He went from a sad situation but found happiness. He was indeed lucky
LikeLiked by 1 person
I love the tone of this, felt like I was hearing a good story from Mick himself.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks D. A bit of a take on a trip my husband and his buddies took after high school but I doubt they said GIT. lol
LikeLiked by 1 person