All Signs Point

The doctor left the examination room, the door closing behind him with a weighted, soft click. Dog stood up, bare feet against the cool tiled floor and got dressed. Later that afternoon, he sat at the kitchen table, letting his coffee grow cold.

They’d said it was supposed to warm up. But the sun hid behind thick clouds, threatening snow. In the other room, the television rang shrill. They announced that day’s big winner. Dog half-listened to their excited whooping and lively music.

His wife would be home soon. Maybe, he thought, they’d could go out for dinner. Somewhere nice.

Prompt courtesy of the Daily Post. Entered in the Sully Competition.

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