“Look on the bright side of things.”
Darth Vader* #quote
My friend Jessica is coming over tomorrow so that'll be buckets
inside barrels of fun. 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 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? Only time will tell.
However Belle, as they named her, would live a long happy life.
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