A walk around the house.
“Is it here?”
She sniffs the air for a familiar scent.
“Where did it go?”
A door opens, she scoots outside to the porch.
“There it is!”
Her chin rests on the edge of a hard, plastic chair as her eyes stare longingly at the worn nylon strap. Breathing deep, she drinks in the scent. Her mind runs.
Out of the house. Out from the walls. Onto the grass. Down the road. Smell the new smells. Hear the new sounds.
She turns to look at me.
“Can we go?”
My entry for the Trifecta challenge where the word is Anticipation.