He thought he found the perfect hiding spot.

It had been three days since he’d last eaten. He’d knocked over a trashcan, broken a glass milk bottle onto the street, licked up traces of warm milk from the asphalt. It wasn’t easy being stray. People on sidewalks kicked at him, scrunched their noses at the missing patches of fur.

The mechanic usually left breadcrumbs by the curb for the birds in the morning. He would sneak in and take his share amongst the flapping wings and pecking beaks, but today, the mechanic was late, so he strolled through the neighborhood, looking for houses with empty driveways, open windows, door flaps.

It was just his luck that the house he chose was home to a German shepherd asleep on a cushion in the hallway. He hoped the dog wouldn’t hear him crunching on the Cheetos he’d found in a bag atop the coffee table. 


word count: 145


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