She huddled under the snow-covered bus-shelter, curled into a tight ball, trying to preserve every degree of warmth her emaciated body could generate. It was at least a week since she ate. Shivering wasted precious energy, but she could not help it.
A man walked past. She whimpered. “You poor thing”, he said, then he reached out, scooped her up, and wrapped her in his coat. Was he savior or predator like the last one? Whatever his intentions, following him could surely not be any worse than the hunger and the cold.
She did not know what possessed her, but she licked his face.
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I hope she has a good forever home now.
If she licked his hand, he sure is a saviour We have had pets for years and I should know better (lol)
i truly hope savior and not a predator.
is there more?
More of these, little mini-tales, Doc? If so, then, yes, many my friend. Pictures literally tell me stories.
well I enjoyed reading this one! very cool!