The little girl was carrying a tiny dog. It warmed
me to see her snuggle her face to the little dog.
The tiny tongue, darting from the ball of fur,
touching her nose, bringing a giggle from the little
girl and a smile to my face.

Abruptly the little girl turned to face some huge
glass doors. Someone inside, who I could
could not see, was calling her. Quickly, she
disappeared inside.

With my eyes glued to the front of the structure,
I waited for her to return. After several
minutes when she did not, I again faced the
ocean. Another memory that brought me peace,
happiness; a little girl, a ball of fur and a hardy
giggle, now became locked in my treasure chest
of memories.

© Joe Fazio

(brief renderings) Joe Fazio

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