It was a rolling disk. A dog followed, excited. Sunlight gleamed off its surface. Almost evening.
The disk bounced off a wall. It continued rolling. The dog continued after, yellow fur waving in the wind.
Down a hill they went. People looked up, surprised at the commotion.
The disk continued, into the sand. The dog caught up, gripped it with its mouth, triumphant. A moment of joy. The sun was setting.
The dog turned, looking for its owner. There he was, running up. The dog ran back. The boy reached out, not for the disk, but for his friend.
It was one of the boy's final memories of his dog. A memory that often occupied his dreams, before he woke.
It was morning. He remembered his friend.