Homeless Canine Children

Every time it rained, she felt miserable. Where would they find shelter from the downpour? People seldom let them take refuge. Every year when winter hit, her heart broke at the thought of them shivering in the cold. Every summer, she wished she could leave out bowls of water without people stealing them. The poor beings suffered from thirst. “Is there any season that is kind to them?” She replied to herself, “No.”

Her Annual Visit

She stumbled on her slightly high heels. Her feet were going too fast. The wheels on her suitcase were too slow. “I haven’t seen them in a year,” she thought excitedly. The immigration line was too long. She waited impatiently, continuously tapping her passport against a hand. By the time she went through, she didn’t want to wait for her checked in baggage. But she had to wait. It had gifts inside. A bit later, when she ran out to the waiting area, she saw them all. “They all look older,” she thought. But just like every other year, her aunt handed her a Cadbury chocolate.

Why do you write?

“Do you write because they pay you?” It was an innocent question. She was too kind to laugh. “No. Writing pays peanuts,” she replied. “Do you write because it’ll make you famous?” She giggled for a minute. This kid thought that she was a celebrity! She proceeded to get her manuscript into order while the printer threw out pages of her hard work. “Do you write because you can’t do anything else?” This time he was close. “Yes. It’s the only thing that doesn’t feel like work and I can give it my heart and soul.” The kid had his answer.