Anna had been walking for hours looking for Speckles; she found her little white and black spotted kitten missing when she came home from a night at her best friend’s art gallery opening, and even though she was exhausted and not entirely dressed for roaming the streets searching for her beloved pet,  she had no choice. The big bad city was no place for a defenseless (and declawed) feline friend. Plus, she didn’t exactly live in the nicest neighborhood.

Her feet were dragging a few hours later, her voice hoarse, calling out for Speckles. It was past three in the morning and she’d given up hope. Her voice no longer carried very far and her expensive shoes were becoming soaked in blood thanks to the cuts they’d dug into her heel. That’s when she saw the Coca-Cola statue for the third time and decided it was over. A tear rolled down her cheek as she scratched out the cat’s name once more in the hope of hearing a mew returned to her.


Photograph by Christina Molholm whose work can be seen here.



3 responses to “Speckles

  1. Awww! This is something I have actually done. Seriously. I have cried as much over kittens as I have over people. I hope this girl gets a happy ending in your fictional universe.

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