Johnny felt lonely. His friend Dex had let him down yet again. Dex had called at the last minute with an excuse about why he couldn’t make their planned outing. Johnny referred to Dex as his friend, but he didn’t really know if that was true. He didn’t think friends should let each other down as often as Dex did with him.
Johnny looked at his dog, Boomer, on the floor and consoled himself. Maybe he expected too much of Dex.
“If I died here all alone tonight,” he thought, “eventually, even Boomer would eat my face.”
Boomer wagged his tail.
“Even Boomer would eat my face.” Loved that line and loved the story. One question. I had a short conversation with a ‘friend’ about the word ‘lonely’. An old female friend of mind use to talk about being lonely and not being lonely anymore. Do men get lonely? I use to get bored sometimes, or I’d miss…well never mind, but I never said, I’m lonely. He agreed. Maybe I’m making too big a deal out of this one word. Maybe ‘sad’ would work.