“A penny for your thoughts?”
Abraham Lincoln* #quote
Today Jessica's coming over so I'll be hanging with CJ and Jessica and that'll be a mountains of funness. Anyway onto the flash fiction!
The Little Puppy
The puppy was a tiny, itsy, bitsy thing. The runt of the litter in a bundle of chihuahuas. Her fur's colors showed to be quite the concoction of colors. Like an abstract artist got to paint it. Blotches of black, brown and gray chaotically weaved through the body on a majority of white, like a canvas.
Unknown to her little puppy brain, today was an important day. Today she was being adopted. She would be moving from her first family of the pet store, to her new family. She would be learning the concept of love with whoever would be picking her up. Or the concept of abuse.
But the hands that picked her up out of her cage for adoption, a young, yet responsible girl and her family, were gentle hands. Would the next puppy be picked up by a different pair of hands? Angry, violent hands? The people determined each puppy's fate.
However Belle, as they named little girl named her, would live a long happy life.