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Post by jisa on Jul 20, 2010 19:39:59 GMT -5
A sleek black Corvette Convertible turned the numerous corners of the street at a comfortable speed. The driver obviously knew what the car could handle. Brunette hair flew in the wind, as the convertible had it's top down. Some would think it was almost too cool for this type of behaviour, but it was a comfortable sixty degrees. That was just enough. In the front passenger seat sat a giant Standard Poodle who was, as his owner was, enjoying the breeze. The brown eyed young woman laughed at his usually long and sad face, he was only truly happy outdoors. The sun was just setting and it was about seven o'clock maybe. Suddenly the sun was in her eyes and her clear eye sight could spot the glistening ocean. Slowing to a complete stand still, the car was put into Park and the young woman climbed out. Turning over to the other side, she opened the door for her dog, who clambered out but stayed by her side. He didn't have a leash, he didn't need one. The big parti coloured poodle was very well behaved.
"You're such a good boy."
She cooed to her little boy, who wagged his poofy tail at her in response. Chuckling to herself she swung her bag out of the car and hitched it onto her shoulder. Striding down to the sandy beach, Oriana slipped her flip flops off and walked barefoot, her favorite companion wandering beside her. The brunette had no idea if dogs were allowed on the beach, she was new around town of course. Well if it wasn't allowed she'd know. She didn't worry for the moment. Meandering closer to the surf she set down her stuff and settled herself next to it. Pointing at the stretch of beach she watched her good boy lope down it and widely turn, returning to her, the biggest smile on his beautiful face. Taking his face between her hands she rubbed his ears and sat nose to nose with him.
"My silly, good boy."
He took off again and tired himself out before coming back to her and flopping down, his head in her lap. Watching the sun she felt content. Her decision to stay away from school for a while had been the best choice ever. Happiness. Warmth. Nothing could beat this.
Muse- Just... good.
Word Count- 404
Tagged- Open
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