Sunday Photo Fiction 2-28-2018

24 Sascha Darlington February 18th 2018
© Sascha Darlington
Sunday Photo Fiction

The space between the gates was not wide enough for her to slip through so she dropped belly down, squirming under the fence, chain links catching at her hair and hoodie.

Once inside, she took off at a run, reaching the kennels moments later, glancing in each as she trotted down the walkway. Momma and the babies huddled in the last run, puppies protected by Momma’s thin body.

“It’s okay, Momma,” she assured the bitch as she slipped inside. “I won’t hurt you or your pups.”

Rubbing Momma’s neck, she lifted the puppies one by one, cradling them in the lifted front of her sweatshirt.

Carefully, she trotted back to the gate, Momma beside. Placed the puppies one by one on the other side, then slid back beneath the gate, Momma still at her side.

Gathering the tiny balls of fur, she ran to the path leading away from the Institute and back towards town.

“No one is going to hurt your pups,” she promised Momma. “Ever.”

Ever, ever, ever, she promised as she ran.


Not sure how I feel about this story. Something is off, but since I can’t figure it out right now and I’m already late posting, I decided to just take the plunge.

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