The harbour walk was his favourite, exciting his senses as he wandered the strip. The sight of people from all walks of life, getting out, enjoying the sunshine; the smell of the ocean, tingling and salty; the sounds of summer.
If it weren’t for having a dog, he would never get out, he thought.
Ahead, a child called out to him. No, my target is coming up on the right, he said, putting her out of his mind.
He approached the row of shiny tyres, ripe for his taking, and cocked his leg.
Yep, the harbour walk was his favourite.
By Sarah ©2017
Prompt: Bikurgurl, 100 Word Wednesday – Week 26