Stranger On The Street
As night settled in, shadows began to toy with my vision, and I spotted a lone figure drifting near Paul’s house, slipping in and out of the porch light. A cold prickle ran down my spine as I watched—something about the stranger felt undeniably wrong. Rocky sensed it too; his ears twitched at every subtle movement. Instinctively, I tightened my grip on his leash. “Who’s that over there?” I whispered, tracking the figure until it melted into the darkness.
Stranger On The Street
Paul’s Casual Comment
The next day, Paul leaned over the fence, chatting casually. “Saw Rocky with another owner a while back,” he mentioned, scratching his chin. The comment caught me off guard. Rocky barked, as if he had more to reveal, but Paul went on, “Yeah, he seemed to wander a lot back then.” I nodded slowly, a puzzle beginning to form in my mind. Rocky hadn’t been as lost as I’d imagined, and it only made me more eager to uncover the rest of his story.
Paul’s Casual Comment
