The Fat Dog Series

A Short Flash Fiction #2

A/N: I've been working on my flash fictions and wanted to something with them. I assure you it is under 1500 words. Enjoy! I have another one on my "All the Worlds together" go check that one out, too!! I know this one is especially short, but it is a flash fiction. 

"Make a wish sweetheart," my mommy told me, "Shooting stars hold power."

"I wish that we will always be together matter what," I said.

" 'No matter' " she corrected me and laughed her gorgeous laugh. I can still remember the waves crashing in the distance.

~Time Skip~

That was a year ago when everything was good. Now...no. I'm five and my mommy is dead. She was sick and... [sobbing sounds]

Now I live on the streets. With my brother. He is a giant. He is mean. He makes me eat my veggies. I don't want to eat them. He says they are good for me but no. Then he says the encicle, einbook, epedia, whatever it's called (it's the encyclopedia) says blah, blah, blah. I don't care. All I want is a home. With a mother who loves me. My brother doesn't count. Like I said, he is mean.

Today I called him that. He dumped me in the orphanage and left. I am sorry I called him mean. But he is gone. He will come back. Right?

I don't have anything to do, so I look around. I gasp when I see stars on the walls. They are pretty. They make me sad.

~Time Skip~

They are creepy. They are glowing. It is night. I am scared. My brother is still gone.

~Time Skip~

I don't like it here. Kids here are mean. Meaner than my brother. I am now very sorry I called him mean. He is not mean. He gave me food, even if it is yucky. Kids here steal my food. I go to bed hungry. I am lonely. I have no friends.

I am confused. Why am I alone. What did I do? I don't deserve this. I see my brother. He is looking for me. I call out. But he can't hear me over the loud noises--some of them are very rude--the other kids are making. My brother sighs and leaves.

~Time Skip~

"Hello sweetie," a woman comes in and greets me. She reminds me of mom.

"Yes he is the one," she continues.

What one? But there is no time to ask because next thing I know, I am in a car seat. I don't like car seats, but this woman seems nice, so I don't complain.

"Honey, we're making a pittstop to pick up one of my other adoptions. Hang on."

I hung on to the seat.

When she comes back I see a familiar face. I feel surprised. It's my brother!!

"Welcome home."