For the Love of Strays

She watched the man swing a denim-clad leg behind him, dismounting his Harley.

“Steer clear of him, Sandy. He’s a wild one. He’ll break your heart.”

The voice took her back to the day her mother came home and found her proudly sitting on the porch steps with a stray cat at her feet. It had taken her all afternoon, a trail of bologna pieces and a saucer of milk to get him this close. She stroked his back, her patience rewarded.

At her mother’s words he darted away, gone forever. She still missed him.

(This is a 100 Word Challenge response.)

About Fran Hart

Disciple of Christ, earning a living as the director of US-based operations for a Taiwanese company, managing an engineering organization while carving out time to write. Wife, Mother, Grandmother.
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One Response to For the Love of Strays

  1. evenstarwen says:

    Oh, I know how this feels. I can never resist strays, people or felines. And I have had my heart broken by both kinds, too. Wonderful post! :)