100-word Flash Fiction. #FridayFictioneers
A story inspired by this photo provided by Madison Woods.
Yesterday, Kendra wondered why she and Owen ever bought this old farmhouse. Frosty drafts and persistent scratching noises disturbed her sleep most nights.
Last night a sound in the back yard startled her. On the back veranda she listened intently. Only silence answered.
This morning, when she opened the back cellar door a pair of familiar brown eyes stared forlornly up at her the dawn light.
Sure enough. Seven months ago, Phoenix disappeared from their home in Brownville after the hay barn burned.
Here she stood — tail wagging, scruffy, and dirty.