“Stay here, Buddy,” said Momma sitting him on the ledge outside the noisy place. He could see in. Momma acted happy. The tomato juice looked good. Getting sleepy, he slipped to the sidewalk, back against the ledge.
Startled, he saw men putting Momma in the car. “We’ll take her home,” Buddy heard them say before they drove away. No one else knew where home was. And they didn’t seem to care. Buddy moved to a warmer corner and tried to be brave.
“Come,” a kind voice said. “I’ll show you the way.” He followed the voice. It led him Home.
Written for Friday Fictioneers, Rochelle’s 100 word picture prompt. https://rochellewisoff.com/ To read more stories hop over to Rochelle’s and click the green frog. It will pull up some novel interpretations of the image by PHOTO PROMPT © Anne Higa