“Hello dog.”
The fisherman reached out a weathered hand and patted the grey terrier on the head as it poked an inquisitive nose into his bag.
No collar or lead. “You on your own lad? Maybe you’ll come home with me, eh?”. He gave the dog a piece of sandwich and smiled a rarely used smile.
“Mouse!” A blonde woman with red cheeks ran over. “He slipped his lead again. Was he bothering you?”
The man’s shoulders sagged. “No. Not at all.”
A tilt of her head. “Mind if we join you?”
That smile again, bigger. “That would be lovely.”
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