
Hit and run. Do you know who hit Pat Bledsoe? Did you see? Call 981-324-8474.
I’m eating again because I need strength to go with the person who is putting up flyers, monitoring the phone, kindly feeding me and keeping me at their house. I’ve regained control of my peeing and shitting, which is important so I don’t lose my new home. But I will never stop looking for the coward in the car who killed my beloved Pat.
Terry guffawed reading the name on my ID tag. “Perri’s your name? I’m called Terry by friends.”
Terry, Terry, Terry. Nice name.
Reminds me of a longer story I wrote (with same title) published by Brilliant Flash Fiction this past winter. Interesting twist on an intriguing premise!
Not exactly The Cat Who Saved Christmas, but a good slant on the other side of our pet adoption problem. Good job, Breena.
Great Point of View!