Eight

Zoraya

"I'll call you Blue because of your eyes," his voice travelled to my ears and I raised my head in amazement.

Are my eyes blue? What is blue, by the way?

I didn't know what he was talking about, but it felt nice to hear his voice. Every time he speaks, I never want him to stop, but he isn't much of a talker.

"Do you like your new name?" He asked and I immediately nodded.

I didn't want him to stop talking, and even though my whole body still ached from whatever he did to me, I felt the need to smile even though I was in pain.

"That's great," he clapped.

"Now, let's name them," he went towards the basket where Zara's pups were laid. He picked one and raised it up, taking a good look at it as if in search of something.

"I think.... Bobby suits him," he muttered before putting it back in the basket. ".... We'll call him Bobby."

Bobby? What is that?

I looked at him and back at the pup in the basket and soon realized that he had just named the puppy.

So, that's how naming is