REUNION

Peter Woodgate

I didn’t recognise her at first, she looked disheveled, her hair in need of a good brush. She looked at me, her soft brown eyes piercing my heart. How could I be cross with her? 

It was three days ago I reported her missing, seventy-two hours, wondering why she had left, where she had been and what she had been doing to end up in a police cell.

I had received the phone call an hour earlier asking me to come and collect her. I had hurried to the station relieved but baffled by the information I had been given. 

“We found her walking along the railway line, lucky she hadn’t been hit by a train,” the officer remarked.

Whatever the reason, now was not the time for an inquisition. She was back in my life and as the constable opened the cell door I flung my arms around her neck, kissing her gently.” Leia” I whispered in her ear “don’t ever do that to me again.”

She didn’t answer, she just licked my face whilst her tail thudded against the cell door. 

Copyright Peter Woodgate