This was my entry for the ‘bark’ prompt week in the Ad Hoc Flash Fiction competition if anyone is interested.
A girl walked home alone at night. She was barefoot and wore a thin dress, her long dark hair hung loose down to her waist. To any passer-by, she seemed to be walking aimlessly, without a care in the world. She should have been taking more care. She weaved slowly backwards and forwards across the pavement, sometimes stumbling and then regaining her balance. She was making very slow progress to wherever she was heading.
Occasionally, a car or taxi would pass her in the darkness, temporarily illuminating the white skin of her bare legs in their headlights. She paid them no attention. The night was silent as the graveyard, but then the bark of a lone dog momentarily drew her attention away from the path ahead. This was the moment I had been waiting for. I stepped out from behind the wall.