Remy’s humans will be coming to get him later today. After spending eight days with this handsome boy, I will surely miss his presence in my home. I am going to bathe him, wash his blanket, walk him two more times, and enjoy the last few hours with him.
One thing is for certain: he has solidified my desire to continue to search for my new dog. It’s hard trying to find the perfect one for me again, but I know I will.
right hand itches…
what’s that the elders say?
money is on the way
but
for whom?
Sunday sun kisses
my windowpanes–breaks
through the blinds and
shakes my body to life.
I awaken with energy
to spare, yet I opt
to reserve it.
the pit of my belly
tells me I’ll need it more
today than I did yesterday.
I’m listening.
I’m learning.
When you wrong a
writer, be prepared
for the world to
know you without
knowing you.
Your name may not
be mentioned, but
who YOU ARE will
be.
Originally published on Substack Notes.
*A slightly different version of this six-word story first appeared on Medium several years back in a Six-Word Story Submission Call I’d done in A Cornered Gurl.
A Cornered Gurl 
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