Haunted Coast #88

I left the pub, my feet turning automatically towards the cliff path. A friendly bark and a wet nose pushing against my hand stopped me short.

‘Lo Bob – I bent to stroke the dog’s ears while he sniffed my face eagerly. His dark-eyed owner came into view, leaning on his stick.

(275 characters)

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