“Corinne, I need a favour.”
“What is it?” I asked, eyeing the Cavalier King Charles Spaniel at her heels.
“Could you watch Prince?”
I balked. “I’m sorry, but–”
“I don’t think my date would want him tagging along.”
“Why couldn’t you leave him at your flat?”
“By himself? Absolutely, not!”
“But, Priscilla—”
“Thanks, Corinne. Now, you be a good boy, Prince. Ta-ta.”
64 Words
This was written for the Weekend Writing Prompt by Sammi Cox. For instructions, click Here.
