Shortcut

“A shortcut is a long cut,” my grandma once said
Her words repeating over and over in my head
It was only to a shop down the road I would go
But to me a long cut was boring and slow
So on the way back I took the shortest route
Where the bark of a dog suddenly left me mute
As quickly away from the dog I fled
I remembered the words my grandma had said

© Copyright 2013, Darell J Philip

Written during a Creative Writing Exercise based on the theme: “Regrets, I’ve had a few!”