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highway-car-fast-blurry-31565150A short story by E.L. Hayes

The squeal of breaking tires, then the yelp sent Dean barreling through the small living room. He pushed through the screen door, “Sadie! Sadie!”, his eyes darting left and right.

A  woman with short greying hair, hand over her mouth, was slowly moving toward the front of her car.  The squeal of breaking tires, then the yelp sent Dean barreling through the small living room. He pushed through the screen door, “Sadie! Sadie!”, his eyes darting left and right. The woman had short greying hair, hand over her mouth, was slowly moving toward the front of her car.

“Sadie!”  Moving toward the motionless figure in the road. Her apologetic cries were nothing but white noise.  Her soft brown eyes opened as he knelt to console her, “Oh sweet girl, what happened?” the whimper shattered his heart.  Gently he wrapped his coat around her pulling off his belt to create a make-shift muzzle.  “This may hurt”, he whispered close to her ear, “It’s going to be okay.” Turning to the still apologizing woman

“Please,” he begged, “Where is the nearest vet?”

“Get in my car, I’ll take you.” Tears stained her wrinkled face. “Oh my gosh, hurry!”

He knew every moment counted.  He lifted his best friend and slipped cautiously into the backseat of the woman’s Buick.   Her tires screeched as she pulled away from the sight of the incident, chattering and offering payment, apologies, and explanation to the event. He heard nothing but the soft cries. Silently he pled with God to save her.“How far?”, his voice tremored as he stroked her soft golden fur.

“Almost there.”

The stoplight felt like an eternity.  Sadie was panting hard. “Keep your eyes on me sweet girl” he cooed as the woman turned into the parking lot and rushed around to open the door.

He moved with care into the office, the look on his face told the woman behind the desk all she needed to know.  She stood and called for help, a short man in scrubs came out and softly took the whimpering dog from his arms and whisked her to the back.

“Anything, I will pay anything. You don’t have to ask just do whatever it takes to save her!”  His eyes darting from the receptionist to the back door the sob caught in his throat, “Please, save her.”

The old woman guided him to the stiff plastic chairs as he sat he stared at the door she had disappeared, then put his face in his hands and wept.

Two hours later, a short woman with a pixie cut opened the door.  Her eyes searching the waiting room.  “Mr. Walker?”

He looked up, “Yes, I am Dean Walker.”

“The doctor would like to see you.” He felt his stomach press against his spine as he followed her into the examination room. He paced in the room waiting for the doctor.  The door opened, and he looked up to see Abigail Morris.  A shaky laugh escaped, “Abigail!”

“Dean?  Is Sadie your dog?”

“She’s more than my dog, she is my best friend.”  His mouth was dry, “Is she okay?” When she smiled at him, he felt his heart thump in his chest, “Please tell me she is okay?”

“She is going to be fine.  You got her here really fast, it saved her life.”

Taking a step back he sat down slowly, “Can I see her? When can she come home?” He rubbed his chin, “Oh my gosh, thank you so much!” he stood and hugged her, then bent at the knees and let out a whoop.  “Thank you so much!”

“She is pretty out of it right now, she will have to stay here for a few days. You are welcome to come back tomorrow, and we can let you see her.”

He hugged her again.  “Can I do anything?” a smile stretched out over his entire face.  “Let me buy you dinner, something, anything!” She looked at her watch.

“Pizza?”

“Anything you want, my treat.”

“Give me five minutes.”

“Oh, right now?”

“Sure, I am starving. I mean unless you have something else to do.”

Her blue eyes held his, “Uh, nope.  Oh, but I don’t have my car.”

“No problem.  We can go across the street.”

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