Sicily Palmeri
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I've been writing my whole life but I'm a novice when it comes to sharing. I'm very excited to see what will come from my newly found courage in creative expression. Hope you enjoy!
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Muzzled
It had been nearly two weeks since I had driven the three hours and twelve minutes to Stray Haven Rescue in Upstate New York to pick up my new soulmate. I'd seen her on Petfinder and had my very first experience with love at first sight. I needed this dog. Not much was known about her history; Stray Haven had rescued her from a high kill shelter in North Carolina and she was estimated to be a year and a half old. Also, she had been adopted by a family and returned for biting a kid. Okay, she has a bite history, definitely something to watch for. But still, I needed to meet her.
By Sicily Palmeri4 years ago in Petlife
Conrad Jones. Runner-Up in Return of the Night Owl Challenge.
Conrad Jones sat in his prospector canoe. The calluses on his palms armored his hands against the sharp blades of wood that flaked off the weather-beaten paddles; each slow rhythmic stroke brought him closer to campsite 80. Bob, who was resting peacefully at his feet, sighed as she moved her slightly squashed muzzle from the edge of the canoe to Conrad’s knee. His gaze traveled down to her aging face covered in white fur and a once-black blotch encasing her left eye. Upon looking up, the old man spotted two canoes, each with two figures in them. The laughter of a child rang sharply in Conrad’s ears despite the spider web of long white hairs that grew within them. Bob, who long ago would have jumped to her feet, wiggling her rump in place of a docked tail, capsizing the canoe and sending both herself and Conrad into the chilly water, merely raised her eyebrows and twitched her right ear. The child’s laughter sounded again, carried by a zephyr across pulsing water. It was the laughter of a young girl. The man in the canoe with her was saying something inaudible to Conrad but that was making it impossible for the child to row, for she was double over her paddles in fits of hysteria.
By Sicily Palmeri4 years ago in Fiction
