They’d married young. Too young folks had said, but they loved each other.
It started out just fine. Him working, her making a home. Her illness shattered him. Her death saw a darkness enshroud him; he’s been on the road ever since.
Back in town today Annie’s dress is still there. The little money he earns from odd jobs ensures the storekeeper leaves it on display. Not for sale though. Never.
Wiping away a tear, Hairy Bob gathers up his knapsack before turning towards his faithful old lab, Mugwump.
‘Come on boy – she’ll still be there when we come this way again. Bye for now Annie my love.’
This is my entry into this weeks 100 word challenge over at Friday Fictioneers. It features happy go lucky tramp Hairy Bob and his dog Mugwump. Hairy is a recurring character of mine who features in stories from time to time. It’s not an ongoing tale; just occasional slices of life through the eyes of Hairy and Mugwump.