Spring runoff thundered through the sunlight-dappled creek.
“KerSploosh!”
Stitch hurled in, black tail disappearing into the culvert under the dirt road. Savannah sobbed as we watched, helpless.
Downstream, we cheered his exhausted, lumbering climb out.
“What a ride!” his eyes exclaimed.
Microstories must answer the weekly contest question in exactly 42 words. It’s harder than you’d think!
living life on the back roads 
Thank goodness for webbed toes 😛
My dog loves the water too…scares me to death sometimes.
A great story told in sparse words.