I'm a stay-at-home mom of two who has always had a love of fiction and of writing. My favorite genres are fantasy and futuristic fiction. Someday I hope to publish a novel, but for now I'll settle for having you read my short stories.
I knew the day we got her. She was the runt of the litter, and gorgeous with brindle coat and white teardrop on her head. I picked her up in my arms and felt how good she would be. She was so sweet and kind, and I knew she could be the perfect dog for our family. I also knew that something didn't feel right. I was afraid I was too hasty in which one I chose, and I felt an ominous gray cloud over us as we left. Oh, I was thrilled to be finally getting the little puppy I had wanted for so long. I was happy. And yet I didn't feel the bond I expected.
It's been 15 years. By all accounts, I shouldn't have survived. Sometimes I can't believe I did. Maybe this is actually Hell, and it's just designed to feel like real life to better torture me. Who knows. I don't even know why I'm writing this, since I don't expect anyone to ever read it. The few people I encounter can't read. And anyway, anyone who reads this would know all this anyhow. I guess I just want to make a record, like they did in the time before.