Canine, Cats, Children, Fiction, Homeless, Human behaviour

Being Followed

It had been a long day and she wasn’t in the mood for creepy people. She could feel the person following her. It wasn’t any of her usual canine or feline friends because they preferred to leap over  to her in seconds. So she quickened her pace until the sound of the annoying slippers made her turn around. What she saw softened her face; it was a little girl in torn clothes and two very dirty slippers that were obviously for bigger feet. They exchanged smiles and names over a meal of roasted corn.

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