She survived on the streets of the big city: drinking out of puddles, eating handouts, 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— in the cracks between the bricks. 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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