noam's Post

My dog pulled on her lead excitedly. She was leaning low over her outstretched forepaws, wagging her tail, showing she wanted to play.

“Ruby, what is it?”

I looked ahead and saw a #fox boldly sitting by a whole in a hedgerow. Its bright coat made Ruby’s reddish brown fur look dull in comparison.

The urban foxes round here were used to people, but they were usually afraid of dogs. It moved on, leaving its scent on a tree before turning a corner. A male, then. He seemed to be teasing Ruby. Was cross-species canine love a thing?

As we turned the corner, the fox nonchalantly walk passed us.

“Good evening, Mr Fox!” I said.

“Good evening,” it replied.

#microfiction #MastoPrompt