She survived on the streets of the big city: drinking out of puddles, eating hand-outs, and sleeping wherever she safely could.
There were so many more, darting nervously through back alleys, avoiding the authorities. But something was different about this wee girl; the cruelty of a world she didn’t choose never crushed her sweet, sweet spirit.
There’s a spot downtown where the daisies grow wild—- up through cracks in the asphalt. They found her there and brought her home. Honey now has a family with a big back yard and a warm bed just for her. She’s one happy dog.
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Flash Fiction by David 
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