Belle didn’t know why Joe abandoned her. She’d been loyal – never whined, welcomed him home after work.
He’d knocked her about, but always made up afterwards with a soft word.
She’d survived through four seasons now, since he left her beside the highway, learning to watch for opportunities, to scavenge and steal, and, hardest of all, not to trust too readily. Winter had been toughest, but unexpected kindnesses from travellers had sustained her.
Now, curled in warm grass, she sighed, grateful for this hideaway behind a motel, and for the soft, fragrant bodies of her three new pups, nuzzling contentedly.
We’re on the road again with Rochelle. This week’s picture prompt, the first for the new year, continues our journey through varying landscapes, and along the intriguing highways and byways of Friday Fictioneers.