Day 9: Pursuit of Happiness
It was right around a dark corner of the street when I was bumped by a teenage boy running. I fell on my knees and I couldn't readily stand because of the fatigue I was already feeling. Walking endlessly for days, stopping only to catch a quick nap can really take a toll on your body. Not to mention, I wasn't able to eat properly for days now.
It's fascinating that I wasn't really feeling any hunger even though I really love to eat. I guess this is one way to finally lose those pesky fats that I need to burn anyway.
Against the wall of a nearby building, I pinned my right hand to support myself back up again. I dusted my pants in a futile attempt to clean myself and to look dignified again. Sure enough, even a khaki pair of pants will look so brown with days of usage without washing and sleeping on the streets. I guess I couldn't even smell myself anymore. I suspected that I badly needed a shower soon.
With that in mind and all the filth on my body, I decided to go home for the day. I aimlessly walked around the house thinking maybe she came back home while I was looking for her. I went in the kitchen, she wasn't there, I went into the bedroom where we used to have a lot of good times in bed. I went around back where we would bask in the sun, but still, she wasn't there.
The longer I stay at the empty place, the more I feel that she's gone and the bigger the fear I feel that she's not coming back. With utter reluctance in my throat, I forced myself to swallow a piece of bread and washed it down with a full glass of milk. Once again, I stepped out into the wild and continued my pursuit to find my happiness.
"A mug of beer please. And whiskey neat, make it double please." I placed my order on the bar.
The barkeeper gave me that look which tells me that he's a bit worried and concern. Maybe it was that obvious that I have something heavy in my mind.
"You okay there buddy?" He asked.
"No, actually." I placed the photo of her on the bar. "I'm looking for her, Happiness."
"I'm sorry about that. But that's so sweet, you call her happiness. "
"Ah no, actually, that's her name. I know. I am literally looking for Happiness. I've looked high and low and everywhere I could go, but I can't seem to find her."
"Can I see that again?"
I slid the photo to him. He took another hard look at it and I don't know how but I could see the recognition in his eyes.
"Oh yeah. I saw this bitch. The owner took her. She's in the back."
My eyes lit up and without a second to waste, the barkeep took me to the back of the bar and there she was, she was obviously as excited as I was to see her again. She kept barking at me and I ran towards her. I finally found my dog, Happiness.
9 days down and 21 to go. Oh yeah, for sure, a couple of hiccups already and I have to say that this 30-day writing challenge is beginning to prove that it's really quite challenging.
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That's it for me and I hope that you liked this little tale of happiness I wrote.
Until we read again....
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Series : Prompt Factory (30-day Writing Challenge) Title : Day 9: About Happiness Published : 15-June-2022 Author : © RB