30 Days of Fiction, Day #22: Evolution
The only time the dog ever felt powerful was when it was relieving itself: the leash dangling loosely in the human's hand, the people pushing past on the busy sidewalk, the excrement steaming on the pavement. The human put the bag on its hand like a mitt and bent down to pick up the mess. The dog stepped away from the feces and waited, looking around, eager to go.
Time: 15 minutes
Word count: 69 words