After Ariel: It Started As A Game - Plot & Excerpts
‘Jeffrey! Jeffrey? Where are you?’ Robert Simkins shone his powerful flashlight around the park. Snuffling his way along, his tail wagged faster as the scent got stronger. Yum. It was almost more than a daffy dog could bear! He snorted his way forward and there it was: the pile of bushes and leaves. Jeffrey wasn’t about to let his treasure go. He barged into the centre of the pile, dug deep and tossed his head, sending a flap of old sacking into the air. Branches of every size and leaves flew in every direction. Seeing his quarry, he pounced.‘Jeffrey! Get out of there, you dozy animal!’ Jeffrey held another sandal in his drooling jaws. Torchlight flashed over him, passed on and then veered back and down; behind the dog, lay part of a jeans-clad body. Quaking, Simkins moved forward as though in a dream and gingerly moved aside the top branch to see a still form underneath – a young girl, glossy dark hair hiding her face, arms folded across her chest as though she was asleep.
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