Dany Slone

Creative Fiction

Death

  • Fred and Jones

    I was a quivering wreck when Fred found me at the rescue center—a scrawny, trembling pup with matted fur and eyes too big for my sunken face, cowering in a cage that reeked of despair. I’d been left behind, forgotten, and I’d given up on hope. Then Fred knelt down, his weathered face softening as Read more