When my parents told me we were moving, I just shrugged, “Okay.” I didn’t have friends, anyway.

Our new place was in the boonies. My parents thought I started exploring the woods because I fell in love with nature, but I was just searching for a cell signal.

While I was hiking, I found a scrawny pug with no collar. I fed it jerky and tried to take a picture, but it ran away.

I kept bringing food and named him Fred. Whenever I tried to take a picture or pick him up, Fred ran away.

One night my parents came to my room to show me a video. I looked crazy, sitting in the woods, petting air for hours before leaving a pile of jerky.

I stopped visiting Fred.

A couple weeks later, I heard yipping outside. It was Fred, shivering in the cold. I took a blanket and sat with him until sunrise. He let me take a picture before he ran off. I never saw him again.

My parents think I photoshopped the picture. They got me a pug named Fred for Christmas, but I’ll always miss the real Fred because he was my first real friend.

Written for Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner: 2021: Week #12.


Miscellaneous Prompt: “An emotional support weapon” – r/SimplePrompts

Photo by Julian Paolo Dayag on

Those soulful eyes set above a thick, strong muzzle drew me in as I read the short description. “Need home ASAP for Bella. 3 years old. Super sweet, but she doesn’t like men. Potty trained. Can sit, down, and stay.” I nestled into the pillows in my bed as my hand ran through my hair. Had it come to this? Was this the only way that I could feel safe? I sighed and pressed the reply button. It brought up a phone number.

Is Bella still looking for a home? I texted.

I flipped back to her picture and spread my fingers apart on the screen to zoom in closer on her face. Maybe it was my imagination, but I thought I saw a hint of sadness. She had a reason to hate men, just like me. A notification made the phone vibrate in my hand.

Ya. When can u meet?

I don’t have a car, can u bring her to my place? Anytime tonight would be gud.

Sure, what’s ur address?

I blew out a sigh of relief. My car hadn’t left the garage in over five months. I sent my address and waited.

Cool. I’m ten minutes away. Be right there!

Ten minutes? I groaned and inspected my studio apartment with disgust. Crap was everywhere. Who was going to leave a dog with me? I checked my phone. Eight minutes, time to think fast. I grabbed a trash bag and started shoving everything inside. Three trash bags later, and it was completely bare: rocking those Minimalist vibes. I fluffed the comforter over the mattress and threw the trash bags into the shower stall. There was just enough time to brush my teeth and run a brush through my hair. Perfect timing.

The knock on the door sent a jolt up my spine. My heart raced as I flipped up one of the blinds and scanned the parking lot. I knew all the cars that should or shouldn’t be there. Only one stuck out. Hopefully, it was Bella’s. I glanced through the peephole. A pleasant enough looking girl, her arms full of dog bowls, blankets, toys, and food, stood next to Bella. As I took them both in, the girl squatted down and looked into Bella’s eyes. Bella’s tail wagged, and she licked the girl’s nose. She was perfect. I opened the door.

“Hi! Oh, she’s so cute!” I squealed. I felt my heart speed up, but this felt nice; no, it felt amazing.

“Yea. She’s my- I mean – a baby.”

I gave her a sympathetic look. “Wanna come inside?”


Bella walked in ahead, her nose twitching as she slowly inspected the room. The girl watched her without moving. I stood by the doorway. It was a relief that she wasn’t coming in. Bella finished sniffing everything and sat beside me. She nuzzled my hand and licked my fingers. I wiggled them against her muzzle, and her tail thumped on the ground.

The girl watched us. “So… you like her?”

“Yea. She’s awesome. You want any money or anything?” I didn’t have any money. I hoped she didn’t want any money.

“Naw. Just… take good care of Bella, ok? Oh, and you saw that she doesn’t like men, right?”

“Yea. It’s just me, so she’ll be fine. I’ll text you if I have any questions. You can text me too if you like, wanna know how she’s doing and stuff.” I added in the last part, hoping it would make her feel better.

“Thanks. Here’s her stuff.” She cast another sad look at Bella before turning and jogging to her car.

Bella started to follow her. I instinctively put out my hand, and Bella sat back down. We both watched the car drive off. I shut the door.

Bella followed me around as I laid out her bed and filled her food and water bowl. She sniffed the food, drank a little water, and hopped up on the bed with me. I pulled the blanket around us. She laid her head on my thigh and drifted off to sleep while I watched T.V. I felt the weight of five years start to slide off my shoulders. Maybe this would work. My hand sunk into her fur, and I felt my eyes begin to drift shut.

A familiar banging startled me awake. Bella was growling, and the hair down her neck and back stood on end. I fought the urge to hide under the blanket, like usual, because I was sick of being scared.

“Go away, Luke!” I yelled.

“Open up,” he screamed back. He started banging on the window. I could hear him try to pry it open. “I’m going to kill you!”

“Luke, just leave me alone!”

“You’re mine! Open the door!”

I opened the door.

Bella shot out around me, and Luke screamed. Her face had stuck on to his leg. Satisfaction burned in her eyes as she whipped her neck back and forth. He fell on the pavement.

“Call off your crazy dog! Help! HELP! IT’S GOING TO KILL ME!”

I contemplated his words.

“Here, Bella.”

Bella came back and sat at my side. She licked her lips.

“Leave us alone, Luke. Next time, I’ll let her kill you.”

As he limped away, I looked down. “Good girl!”

Bella wagged her tail, proud of herself.

Every girl needs an emotional support weapon.

That One!

[CW] Write a short story, where each sentence starts with the letter T. r/simpleprompts

Image by Annick Vanblaere from Pixabay

The young girl jumped in place, her long golden ponytail bouncing as she pointed to a group of frolicking kittens. “That one, Mommy, that one!” Tangled as they were, it was impossible to tell which feline “that one” could be. Trying to solve the mystery, the girl’s mother crouched down and brought her face to eye level with the animated youngster.

Their exchange grew harder to hear, but easier to see, as the mother tried to coax more information from her euphoric child. Though I could make this easier on everyone by telling them they could go in and play with the kittens, I wanted to hang back and enjoy the cuteness of the moment for just a while longer.

The mother would point and say “Him?”, and then the girl would shake her head no and point in the same direction and insist, “Her!”. Truthfully, they could be pointing at the same kitten. “Time’s up”, I prompted myself. Taking a few steps in their direction, I cleared my throat and smiled helpfully.

“Taking an interest in any of these cuties?”, I asked the youngster, while flashing a look of respectful acknowledgment to her mother. There was a shared look of understanding that passed between us. Though we were the adults, we both knew who would be making the final decision. The girl nodded emphatically and pointed again toward the kittens. “That one!”, she stressed the first word and looked up at me, her expression pleading for me to understand.

There was only one way to solve this mystery. Turning slightly, I pointed at the door while I grabbed a couple of cat treats from my pocket and handed them to her. Tightly gripping the treats, she looked to her mother for permission before she rushed through the doorway. Terror gripped the group of rescued felines, their fight or flight instincts driving them to the safety of the nearest hiding spot.

The only cats remaining in the open were the playing kittens, souls who hadn’t been on this planet long enough to learn fear, and the protective shadow of their ragged Mama Cat.

The years hadn’t been kind to Mama Cat. Tears notched her ears. Time had worn her fur down to a dull rug of clumps. Though we had tried to help by shaving off the worst of the mats, it hadn’t done much for the old queen’s looks. Those ten-week-old kittens that everyone wanted to play with were the result of Mama Cat being dropped off at the shelter as a pregnant stray and being overlooked… day after day. Thus, she now remained, as her kittens were adopted out and taken from her. Through all of this rejection and loss, she had won over the shelter staff by meeting it with unyielding dignity and spirit. The matriarchal tabby stirred as the girl rushed towards her dwindled family.

The girl passed the oblivious pile of kittens and stopped before Mama Cat. They locked eyes. The age difference between them could have been months. To try and comprehend the vastness of their different backgrounds would have been impossible. The girl stood still. There was something about Mama Cat that calmed her. The feline seemed equally spell struck. Time paused while they gazed at each other. Then, Mama Cat rose to all four paws, and regally attended to her visitor.

Toughness, a mask she had been forced to wear, melted from her as she rubbed back and forth across the girl’s legs. Tiny mews fluttered from her scarred snout. The girl plopped down on the floor and grabbed Mama Cat up in a gentle hug. Throaty purrs filled the room. There was no doubt who the girl had been pointing to. Their bodies intertwined, the girl pressed her open hand towards Mama Cat’s whiskers. The treats were scarfed down between her booming purrs.

“That’s the one, I think!”, I suggested, hopefully, to the woman still at my side. Tears glistening in her eyes, she nodded in affirmation. The chance to turn away couldn’t have come any quicker; I wiped the corners of my eyes as I power walked to the adoption desk and started the paperwork. Thankfulness filled my heart and sent more tears to replace them; Mama Cat was finally going home.