This is my entry for @jayna's Fifty-word story prompt and contest.
The prompt is 'bark'.
This is my first time entering a writing contest on steemit, so I would love any comments and feedback 😊
“OK Mr Evans?” The vet held the syringe.
He could not answer. There was a strange vibration in his throat. He felt his face would crack inwards along its weather beaten lines.
The old dog twitched in her dreams, then stretched, barked joyfully, and raced away across the sunlit fields.
All photos by @freewheel