Sunday, December 12, 2010

For the Love of Strays

She watched the man swing a denim-clad leg behind him, dismounting his Harley.

“Steer clear of him, Sandy. He’s a wild one. He’ll break your heart.”

The voice took her back to the day her mother came home and found her proudly sitting on the porch steps with a stray cat at her feet. It had taken her all afternoon, a trail of bologna pieces and a saucer of milk to get him this close. She stroked his back, her patience rewarded.

At her mother’s words he darted away, gone forever. She still missed him.

(This is a 100 Word Challenge response.)

1 comment:

evenstarwen said...

Oh, I know how this feels. I can never resist strays, people or felines. And I have had my heart broken by both kinds, too. Wonderful post! :)