Welcome! This week is a picture prompt and a limit to only 300 words. Maggie's Story continues. Thank you for coming.
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“Penn, you’re fourteen,
time you learned to walk your own dog,” John said, handing the leash to the
teen.
“Do I have to?”
“You do, darling boy.
Your mother would be proud,” Maggie said, opening the back door to their fabulous
country mansion in upstate New York.
“Come on, boy.” Penn
led Lucky, the golden retriever, out the back door. John tagged along behind
with Maggie.
“Fine day for a walk,
milady.”
They headed for a path lined with tall trees. Penn threw a ball for the dog, who promptly caught it
and brought it back. He laughed as the animal wagged his tail.
“I love to see him with
Lucky. Such a happy lad,” she said.
“That he is. Even
though his father makes no time for him.”
“Hush. None of our
business,” she said, taking his hand.
“Don’t make excuses for
him.”
“At least he has his
mother.”
“Until he takes her on
this long vacation.”
“That’s a year away.”
“Why don’t they take
the boy?” John steered them to follow in Penn’s path.
“He’s unruly. Teen, you
know, John. What were you like?”
“Me? Perfect lad.
Respectful. Honorable. Studious.”
Maggie burst out
laughing.
“Can’t fool you, can I?”
“Can’t fool you, can I?”
“Nope.”
“Okay. I did have one
brush with the law. But only one.”
“Look at our boy.
Easily the most handsome boy in his school. And the smartest.”
“Best athlete, too.”
“If his father only
knew.”
“Probably better than
his old man.”
“Certainly is.”
“Ever miss having our
own?”
“Let’s not talk about
it. We have him. That’ll have to be enough.”
John sighed. “Right, as
usual. You know, the day you’re wrong the world’ll explode.”
“Silly boy!” She pushed
him, playfully.
John kissed her hand. “My
Maggie, smartest of all.”
“Married you, didn’t I?”
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