Flash Fiction Monday – Earning His Keep
I whined softly as the door opened. The familiar figure appeared in the opening, staring down at me. My eyes narrowed to slits and I felt the hackles on my back rise. Silhouetted against the yellow light that streamed from the filthy fixture behind him, all I could make out was his outline. But I’d recognize the skinny limbs and protruding gut anywhere. Not to mention the voice. “Who’s a good boy?” he coaxed. The tone was oily and condescending. I growled low in my throat and