Poor Old Joe (Micro/Flash Fiction)

 

Joe look around. The smell is there but dull and weak; he curse his old age for this. He need to search it out to keep his job. He scratch the light graveled earth and after few moments, a clasp protrude out of the earth. He sit down, panting, and woof loudly.

(52 words)

Thursday Photo Prompt (04/06/2017) by Sue Vincent