February drabbles - 21

She loves me. She loves me not. I pick and drop pink petals and she chews them eagerly, so what’s that mean?

Meanwhile he… Well he’s brought a dead squirrel, not flowers, and no kind of head. Sadly, they say that’s pure devotion.

She loves me I know, and waits for whatever I’ll give, while he gives gifts with love. But I guess I should follow that brown-blood trail that was red and I might find the head, what’s left of it.

And if the dog finds it first she’ll probably eat it.

Kitten and puppy: They both love me.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Hi Sheila,

I hope you and your family have a great Sunday,

God bless you, Ron

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