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The Short Story of Bash

Bash was a dog abandoned by his owner when he was 13-months-old.

By Callie CoxPublished 6 years ago 3 min read
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Bash was a dog abandoned by his owner when he was 13-months-old. He slept on the dry desert floor trying hard to stay alive. He hunted like wolves for food, even though he was only a toy poodle with hair as black as charcoal. His soul was as strong as a lion, yet as fearless as a wolf. He was brave, but sometimes he felt as small as he looked. His owner was an abusive man, hitting him when Bash did something wrong and kicking Bash when he was annoyed. Bash just wanted to be loved[ he was lonely.

Bash lived in the desert, which desert he wasn’t sure. His owner had left him there on one of their trips together. He knew in his heart, his owner never loved him. His dream was to cross the desert and find someone that will love him—he didn’t want his old owner back. Battling his way across the hot desert sand, his tongue feeling like a cat’s sandpapered tongue, sand caked behind his ears, he was not about to give up. He maintained his steady walk for hours until the sun sank in below the sky, hoping his journey would soon be over. The cool breeze stroked his matted skin as the dark, night sky took over. He kept walking.

Time seemed to slow down, each minute feeling like hours. Bash couldn’t wait to meet his new owner and be loved—a feeling he’d only ever felt once. This train of thought kept him walking, well into the night. His paws were rubbed raw as he marched his way through the now cooled desert sand.

A few hours later, he saw them. The bright lights just on the edge of the city. Bash took off running with joy in his heart. He was not going to die of exhaustion or dehydration—he was a fighter! Just a little bit further. The city lights grew closer with each leap and bound. Bash was very proud of himself for not giving up and not losing hope. His mind raced with images of his newly imagined owner. The brown hair and glistening blue eyes, the scent of her as he licks her face, he was so excited. Closer and closer the city lights grew.

Finally, when he stepped on the smooth road, his heart pounding in his ears, the smell of gasoline filling his nostrils, he knew he had made it. He looked around, walking on his already very sore feet. He knew he couldn’t stop until he found her. Bash smelled the food drifting his way from inside the houses and his mouth started to water. His heartbeat slowly returned to normal as he walked.

Bash heard a few people aww-ing and gasping as he turned the street corner, they could wait. He wasn’t interested in them—he had to find her! By the time he had decided to rest, he’d already walked ten blocks. It’s no use, he thought to himself. He couldn’t keep his hope from slipping down the muddy sewer drain that sat beside him. Bash laid down and put his sandy face under his paws, discouraged.

An hour passed by and the rain came, washing the mud and sand away from his ears, wetting his tongue, and as he looked up, he saw her. The owner of his dreams. He ran to her and she picked him up. Her smell was amazing to Bash-just like he imagined! Her hair wasn’t exactly how he imagined, but still. As they went down the street, Bash in her arms, he realized he finally made it home.

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Callie Cox

I am an English major in college. I live in Indiana and go to Ivy Tech Community College.

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