Hillfield was an innocent, forgotten place before the hailstorm – before the barking began.
It was Manny Harding’s snarling collies who cornered me in the park. Emptiness, where once docile brown eyes looked out lovingly upon anyone who stopped to stroke their black and white fur.
Miss Mulberry’s Pekinese , a spiteful, feted beast who’d spent most of his days in the oversized handbag of his owner, now worked with two Newfoundlands and a pack of Golden Retrievers to corral the stragglers.
They drove us to the edge of town; their frenzied howls made it clear we weren’t welcome back.
These words form my entry into this week’s Friday Fictioneers photo prompt challenge