Sorry its short. Next one will be longer!
In-between doors
Al looked up from his book when he heard the shrill ringing of the house phone. He glanced at the clock wondering who would be calling this early. He got up, throwing his transformed and sleeping brother a look before he walked out of the room.
His brother was, in fact, quite a small corgi and his coat was definitely thicker than the others of the same breed. He was also adorable – although Ed would probably rant and rave at that – when he was asleep; when he made no noise.
He reached the phone and answered it. "Elric residence."
"Al! Thanks for picking up," greeted a very familiar voice.
"Winry? Why are you calling this early?"
There was a huff and he could just picture her pouting; a frown on her face, her bottom lip jutting out slightly and her free hand on her hip.
"Is that anyway to greet a friend?" she asked.
"Uh…" How was he going to answer that?
"Never mind," Winry muttered before her voice brightened up, "I'm calling to tell you that I've arrived in Central! You still live in the same apartment right?"
"Yes we do. But wait there, Winry. I'll come and get you."
"Okay! Say, is Ed coming too?"
She sounded hopeful but Al sighed, sadly. "He's asleep. He had had a very long day so I think he should rest."
"Oh." A pause. "Well, see you soon Al!"
She hung up the phone after that and Al placed it back into the receiver. He walked out the door and locked it behind him.
His brother would be alright, he was safe and sound in the house and he knew that Ed would be surprised that Winry was here in Central.
He continued down the street, towards the train station, completely unaware that the backdoor was open and that his brother would not be found for hours.
X
The small dog woke up with a wide yawn. He had had a very nice dream of big bones and bright red fire hydrants and scared mailmen. It was a very, very nice dream. He rolled onto his stomach and sat up to scratch at an itch on his neck.
After scratching to his heart's content he stood up and took a sniff. He smelt the lingering tang of metal and grease, the wooden floorboards and the stale, dry air. He tilted his head, one ear twitched.
So he was alone? How long had he been here? He looked down and spotted a blanket. How did he get here?
He stood up and shook himself before he walked over to the edge. The floor wasn't too far away and he jumped. He landed with a hard 'thump' but he was alright; he wasn't hurt.
He gave another shake and walked to the door. He sniffed and sneezed, the scent of old wood strong, before he nudged it open and looked around.
There were other doors, all the same except for the door on his right because it was open.
Curious and wanting to move about her slowly crept to the door, ears perked and alert. There were moises coming from behind the door. What was all the noise?
He blinked, ears and tail twitching. What could it be?
He walked out and was greeted by… a lot of things. Above him was blue and white and in front of him was green then white then grey. On the grey was some kind of thing that moved over it, it moved left then right in different colours.
Had he ever been in one of those things? Well, he didn't know. He looked back at the house then back to the sight in front of him. The house was quiet and uninteresting while the outdoors was noisy and more interesting.
He gave a small bark and ran onto the green thing; he wanted to explore.