It was a dark night, in the small town of Marlow there was just pure silence. The only sound that could
be heard was that of the rattling bunch of keys on a holder. Fumbling with the keys to the jewelry store,
Jack Harbor squinted his eyes hard enough to un-blur them. Without the aid of his specs it became
difficult to spot the key to locking the store. He jumbled and fumbled the keys within his sweaty hands.
The light of the moon was of no help at all as clouds gathered around making it more difficult for the old
man to see. Minutes ticked away while Jack became more frustrated as he grabbed each key and
plunging it into the key hole with failing success. He grunted and cursed under his breathe. Again and
again he tried all the keys on his holder. Had he taken out the wrong bunch of keys? Considering being
sixty years old he was becoming more forgetful. Taking a deep breathe to calm his nerves, he tried again
for the fifteenth time. Slowly he inserted the key into the hole turned it to lock and failed. Until his
patience was over tested one of the keys finally turned and locked the door of the store. Sweating
profusely Jack Harbor shouted “hurray!” in triumph almost causing himself to have a heart attack while
at it.
With this task completed Jack Harbor made his way home. Home was just eight blocks away from the
store. Having stayed in Marlow town for twenty years, he knew the place like the back of his hand. To
occupy himself he made a whistle of an old famous song called, “let’s stay together “. He trudged all
alone on the path whilst whistling softly to himself. While he enjoyed his whistling, a scurrying sound of
paws on the cement ground suddenly interrupted him from behind. Turning to look behind to see what
it was, only resulted in him seeing nothing. Shrugging his shoulders and resuming his whistle Jack turned
to face his main objective that is going home. After a couple of steps the scurrying sound disturbed him
again. Turning again, all he could vaguely see was the cemented pathway which met his eyes. Jack shook
his head and came to the conclusion that he was now hearing things. Turning to face his way home, he
unexpectedly shrieked and jumped back a feet away from what appeared before him. Jack Harbor
squinted his eyes in order to see clearly what was in front of him.
His vision was all fuzzy. He could see dark biddy eyes, a snout and fur that seemed to be brown in
colour. What was before him seemed to be standing on all four legs. The old man blinked a couple of
times looked again at what was before him. Yes biddy eyes, a snout, fur and four legs that’s what he
saw. Jack came to the idea that this was a dog before him. What was a dog doing outside at night at this
hour? The thought nagged him. Maybe it was a stray dog he concluded. He decided to take it home just
in case he comes across its owner. In the meantime the animal could stay with him. He decided to name
it to make it easier for him to remember. Reaching into his pocket he searched for treats he could lure
the dog with. He felt a plastic containing a chocolate bar. He took it out and held it towards the dog.
“Come here boy.” Jack encouraged the dog while holding out the chocolate bar. The dog responded.
And it took an awful bite at the chocolate. “You like chocolates I see how about I call you Coco.” A
grunting sound came from the animal before him. Jack excused this as well with a maybe its hungry.
Finally reaching home with the dog. Jack Harbor made sure to give the animal a bowl of water and food.
It ate wildly throwing about large chunks of food and water messing up the floors of the house. The dog
made a devastating scene. When time came to get some sleep Jack gathered some old blankets near the
window of the living room. The dog ran and plumped itself comfortably in the bundle of blankets.
Leaving the animal, Jack too went upstairs to his room to sleep off the exhaustion of the day.
Deep into the night Jack heard what he thought were tiny howling sounds of a blood thirsty mosquito.
As the night progressed the sounds got louder and louder jerking Jack out of bed in a fright. He sat there
listening as to what it was. It howled again and again. The sound came from down stairs. Jack searched
for his glasses he still could not find them. Going down stairs Jack found the dog howling at the window
which visibly showed off the bright full moon that sat in the dark sky. It howled again and again. “Typical
of dogs. “Jack muttered as he went back upstairs to sleep. Plucking his ears with ear plugs, the old man
drifted off to sleep.
Early in the morning the newspaper boy always knocked at the door of Jack Harbor to signal him of the
delivery of the newspaper. Dropping the newspaper on the welcome mat, before attempting to knock
the door Jack Harbor had already opened it and stood there in his morning robe.
“Morning Timmy, I have a small favor to ask you.” He said.
The newspaper boy was dumbfounded, “What sort of favor Mr. Harbor?” he asked
“Well you see I found a lost dog last night. Can you help me find its owner? “The old man asked with
pleading eyes that the boy could only agree to help.
“Before I go Mr. Harbor can I take a picture of the dog?” the newspaper boy asked
“Yes you can. Please come inside.” Jack Harbor invitingly opened the door wide enough to welcome the
boy inside.
“There it is”, the old man pointed at the blankets. The newspaper boy was puzzled. What he saw before
him was no dog at all. Of course it had biddy eyes, a snout, fur and four legs.
Jack Harbor smiled delightedly as the boy snapped a few pics of the ‘dog’. When the newspaper boy
finally left the house, he got on to his bicycle to finish the daily tasks of delivering the newspaper. When
it was now afternoon, every tree in Marlow town had posters of the dog’s picture in black and white. The posters read in bold black: LOST TEDDY BEAR.
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I liked the story, it had a nice pace. Was there some point in the punctuation style? I feel like you've started new paragraphs at random.
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I liked the story, it had a nice pace. Was there some point in the punctuation style? I feel like you've started new paragraphs at random.
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Good story. I enjoyed reading it. Maybe you could use a few commas here and there.
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