The Disappointment of Pets
Flash fiction for the daily special — Nov 2nd
It seems my pets are mere parasites, squabbling like carrion over putrid scraps. Is this failure my own?
Perhaps I over coddled them in the early days. Hot breath steaming glass. I watched, intrigued, imagining their likeness to my own. My pets were content beneath my gaze and, like all things new and shiny, I was…