Not A Real Story Just A Really Short Story

It's 1775 and as I willow in the warm sunlight filtering through the trees, I couldn't help but feel a sense of happiness. My name is Berry and I'm a pup, and I am not just any dog; I am a loyal companion to my spy Enoch.  My days are filled with adventure, so much so that my heart beats fiercely. I like to follow Enoch into the chaos of battle and the quiet moments in between.

The year is now 1776, the air is thick with tension. I could sense it even before Enoch, my brave soldier. He's been telling me about the plans for the day. He loves to stroke my fur, and whisper words of encouragement as we prepare for the challenges ahead. I'm always his constant shadow, always ready to protect him and serve as a reminder of the love waiting for him back home.

One crisp morning, the sun barely peeking over the horizon, we received news of a nearby skirmish. The soldiers were restless, their faces showed fear. I could feel the electricity in the air as Enoch tightened the straps of his uniform. He knelt down beside me, looking deep into my eyes. “Stay close, Berry. We need to stick together.” I barked softly, my tail wagging in agreement. I knew he needed me just as much as I needed him, and his belly rubs.

As we ran toward the sound of distant cannon fire, I could hear the rumble of the earth beneath our feet. The smell of gunpowder filled the air, and I felt a surge of adrenaline.

I cantered alongside Enoch, my ears perked up, ready for anything. When we reached the battlefield, chaos erupted everywhere. The sounds of muskets firing and men shouting echoed in my ears. I stayed close to Enoch, weaving through the legs of soldiers, ensuring I was always stay right next to him.

In the midst of the fight, I noticed a soldier fall, clutching his leg in pain. Without thinking, I rushed over to him, my instincts kicking in. I nudged his hand with my nose, and pawed at his shoulder, trying to comfort him.

 He looked down at me, a weak smile breaking through the pain. “Good pup,” he murmured, and I felt a sense of purpose. I was more than just a companion; I was a source of hope in their darkest moments.

After what felt like an eternity, the battle subsided, leaving behind a daunting silence. I could see the weariness engraved on Enoch's face as he surveyed the aftermath. I pushed against his leg, offering my unwavering support. “We did the best we could, Berry,” he said, his voice heavy with emotion. I could sense the weight of loss around us, but I also felt our bond growing stronger by the second.

As the days turned into weeks, we continued to fight for our freedom. Each battle tested our determination, but it also deepened our connection with each other. I became the eyes and ears of the camp, alerting Enoch to any danger. My keen senses helped us navigate through the woods, avoiding enemy patrols. I was proud to play my part in this fight for liberty.

One fateful night, as we settled down around the campfire, I noticed Enoch staring into the flames, lost in space. I curled up at his feet, sensing his unease. “Sometimes, I wonder if we’ll ever go home again,” he said softly. I looked up at him, my eyes filled with emotions. I knew that our journey was fraught with uncertainty, but I also knew that as long as we had each other, we could face anything.

The war went on, and we faced many challenges together. There were moments of joy, like when we would find food and share the scraps, and moments of sorrow, like when we lost some of our best buds along the way. Through it all, I remained a steadfast companion.

As the final battles came to an end, I could feel the shift in the air. There was a sense of hope, a belief that victory was within reach. Enoch and I fought with everything we had, determined to secure a future for ourselves and those we loved. And when the day finally came, when the sounds of celebration filled the air, I barked with joy alongside my human. We finally made it through.

Published by

Heather Zayas