They sat high on the ridge, watching the flickering campfires below. The night was cold and vast, the sky a glittering dome of stars. The dry grasses rattled in the wind. “If we join them we lose our freedom,” Rill muttered. “If we stay here we starve,” Ella said, “There’s warmth, food, a future downContinue reading “Flash Fiction 9 – The Decision”
After they only found one cookie, the dogs wondered if their elaborate scheme had been worthwhile.
While every blog needs a cat, a few dogs are always good too. Here are my charcoal drawings of some very noble beasts: