This piece was written for the weekly Carrot Ranch 99 word challenge, ‘a dog on the daisies’.
I lived with two dogs. One ephemeral and formless and one tangible and clueless. The first was black and the second a Border Collie, called Flight. The first came and went with no apparent rhyme and the second was a constant. The first would try to bury itself in my brain and the second, in thunderstorms, would try to bury herself in my pockets. The first would corral my nightmares, while the second would attempt to herd the parrots that fed in the daisy-dotted grass. In those moments, the black dog would disappear and my heart would take Flight.