Mocha found a new turn today. We started out on her usual walk-places but I could tell that she had been planning to discover new routes today. The way she navigates through paths, stopping to sniff the air, makes me…
Category: Short story
I have been here eight times already and yet the jitters are still the same, just as they were on the first day. I remember it like it was yesterday- I had pulled my chair to the right and the…
No, he could not reach it. But he wouldn’t give up. This one looked way too simple, the twigs and the basic items used to make it was what escaped his keen sense of smell. He had gotten away numerous…
Leaps were his forte, as were narrow escapes. There were even sayings on his name- ‘he clawed his way out’, ‘his claws are out’. He was accustomed to the tasks given to him- rescue operations and retrievals were the ones…