Life had just seemed to pass me by until that day when I bought a different paper than the norm. It fell open at the ads page, and my eyes were drawn to one in particular.
I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand on end, my heart began to beat a little faster, and I felt hope in my heart for the first time in a decade.
I rang the number and spoke to a woman who sounded like she either had a cold or some offensive odour was invading her nose. I tried to sound cool and confident as I gave my details and reasons for applying for the post.
An interview was arranged for the following week and over those seven days, I spent a lot of time in the library looking up the proprietor and the area concerned.
It was my dream come true. If only I could pull it off…………
I arrived ahead of my scheduled appointment and tried not to be intimidated by my surroundings. Neatly dressed, but not overly so, I was shown through the lobby into a large dining room which was being used as a waiting area. I was not the only applicant and four others were waiting. They were all better dressed and educated than I as they talked amongst themselves, but not one of them spoke to me.
Screams reached my ears and I turned to see someone racing down the hall in hot pursuit of something I had not seen. The others were unnerved and looked anxiously at each other and when a white ball went shooting past my feet and disappeared under the table, they backed away.
I stood and the thing launched itself at me. I caught it with ease and stroking it gently, spoke soothingly to it. Its rapid heartbeat began to slow, and a very out of breath woman entered the room. She looked around and saw the object in my arms, which was now almost asleep.
She smiled and led me into another room where my official interview took place.
It consisted of two words:
I’ve always had a way with dogs.
Written for Fandango’s Story Starter.
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