Mitzi dragged the soggy panda bear across to her basket, curled up and attempted to suckle it once more.
“Damned dog’s at it again,” muttered Joe, “thought you were getting her spayed.”
“Leave her alone, it’s her hormones,” said Sal, absently.
After Joe left for work, Sal washed the dishes, made the beds and then, unable to wait any longer, hurried down the street to the pharmacy, the unquenchable flame of hope flickering tentatively once more.
Later she lay on the settee, staring at the ceiling.
Mitzi padded cautiously across the floor, and gently nosed her panda onto Sal’s lap.
Pure schmaltz from me this week, I’m afraid. If you crave something a little grittier, then here’s the link to the story I submitted last time this photo came around: https://castelsarrasin.wordpress.com/2012/05/10/you-called-friday-fictioneers-may-2012/. Rochelle is indisposed, so the Friday Fictioneers will have to gather around her virtual bedside for the next few days, offering solace, soft food and comfort. Hope you’re feeling better soon Rochelle, and ready to enjoy your family next week.