Grandpa sat in his armchair, eyes closed, head tilted back. The boy slinked past with the stealth of a Ninja warrior. He popped his head around the corner of the kitchen. Empty. He eyed the counter. There it was. The glass jar — a spunky Dalmatian. With four giant steps, he stood before the jar and stretched out his little arm to reach it. Closer. Closer. A quick swat halted the mission. Mommy!
“Not before dinner.”
© Natalie Goodwin, 2020