Flash Fiction #8 – Little Hero in the Woods

When my phone died, 

I thought I’d also die in those woods. 

But then I passed the long-abandoned cottage.

 Something brushed against my leg; 

I was shocked to see a beagle 

with the markings of a German shepherd 

and corgi legs.


I hurried behind this plump, wagging thing. 

When we got to the clearing, 

I gratefully pet my little hero. 


I spun her decaying collar around

to find who to return her to: 


Beloved dog. 



I gasped, fell over. 

When I got back up, 

she was gone. 

Only the collar remained.

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