Nobody is home at the next house, so I search through the keys until I find the right one. Red key, blue key, green key. Jim helped me put the colored dots on them. I hear the dog barking inside. I open the door and he lunges at me, leash already in his mouth.The third dog, small and fang-faced, I do not like. He bit me once, and I worry that he’ll do it again. I tell him he’s a good dog, but it’s a lie.
I instinctively reach in my jacket pocket to make sure I remembered the plastic bags. I checked before I left my apartment, but I can’t exactly remember if that was today or yesterday. What if I forgot the bags? That would be bad.I walk the dogs down the street, a tangle of wagging tails and furry legs. They pull on their leashes, stop near some bushes, bark at a squirrel.
We are on a shady path that winds through buildings and toward a park. I smile at other people with dogs, and I wonder if they think all three dogs are mine. Three dogs! Who would own three!I like my job. I like that I can think when I walk and no one will demand anything from me. I look up at the sky and feel the fresh air on my skin. It feels good to be outside.
My mother told me this was the only job I was qualified for, I don’t know what she meant by that. She said it right before she got on her flight back to Montreal. Dana, you will always be a dog walker. You are too stupid to do anything else.I think she must have meant it in a nice way.
The second dog has to poop, so he stops at the edge of the sidewalk and squats. I wait.
trifecta writing challenge: the word is "flight", my word count is 333 words