A Skeleton City
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She didn't remember exactly what caused her to stir from sleep but upon opening her eyes she saw nothing over the little porch-way lined with fat columns. There was, however, the strange sound of light scratching and little noises from right outside the door. India's ears perked up high to hear the noises her head rising to not be caught off guard. The wind wasn't blowing right for her to smell whatever might be outside since the breezes pushed right past the open door. Her red eyes glinted in the reflective light in the shadows where she hid. She quietly stood, padding backwards softly as to not make a noise. Her paws maneuvered over a popped silver can and she waited. The quiet little scratching came closer and closer until little ears peeked up over the last step.

India was taken back at the one thing she missed the most, puppies. The small pup wasn't very old at all and his gray coat looked puppy soft in the shaded light of the stone porch. His eyes must have recently changed their color and she smiled to herself relaxing. As the pup came into full view, she padded gently toward the door and laid down a little closer to the light than the last time. Her paws poked through the threshold of light and her eyes illuminated fully, being so close. The little pup seemed alone or at least she hoped so. What was he doing around here? Maybe his family owned this area of decimated city, twisted skeletons of buildings, and the long bruises of cracked roads. She licked her nose to take off the chill and observed the puppies sniffing and walking. She made herself submissive to the little pup and gently whispered Hey sweetheart. What are you doing alone out here for?


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