Just a simple story that is based around a dog, his owner, and coworker. Sometimes the world works in mysterious ways and sometimes an orange isn’t just an orange.
Excerpt:
Morning fog is cut to shambles by the piercing rays of sunshine in Coutter. The temperament of the small town will soon be infused with the hustle and bustle of commerce. The time period does not matter but one must be aware of the surroundings. Coutter is a normal town, set in a normal time, and within a space that anyone can occupy. There are shops and fruit stands that dot the landscape of Main Street. Their wonderful brick work dotted in dew as the fresh heat from morning begins to force condensation. Nonetheless, the morning still sleeps as the shops are closed. Soon, the creek of mechanical entities will transform the area like a pebble’s waves rippling from the epicenter of a pond.