Story Therapy

   Image by AI Sometimes the smallest hearts carry the biggest hope. Story: S A Spencer Author of Popular Fictions :  The Pink Mutiny ,  The Black Waters ,  Dream In Shackles He took off my collar. Then my leash. I wagged my tail anyway, because he said my name softly — and then he said, “I’m sorry, boy.” I knew that word. Sorry. It meant something bad had happened, or was about to. I nudged his hand with my nose, asking what he meant. He didn’t answer. He just stood up, walked back to the car, and closed the door. I barked once, a small, confused sound. He didn’t look at me. The engine started. I ran after the car, paws burning on the road, crying out in little yelps. He didn’t slow. He didn’t turn. The car disappeared around the corner, and the smell of him faded into the wind. I waited. Because that’s what dogs do. We wait.           I walked along the footpath, sniffing for anything familiar. Nothing smelled like home. My throat felt...

 After months of wandering the streets, can this stray cat finally find a permanent and loving home? Story: S A Spencer Photo by   Akira   Author of Popular Fictions :  The Pink Mutiny ,  The Black Waters ,  Dream In Shackles “What happened to her? Since last few days she is not coming to meet us.” Leena asks me while we are halfway through our evening walk. We’ve treaded the same route for almost ten years now, and it has become second nature. Most probably, she was not even born.           “Sounding like she is your second daughter!” I chortle.           Leena replies with a mild giggle. “Then you are also her father.”           “Maybe she is just a stray cat.” I reason to convince her, but my eyes circle around in case she would be hiding next to a parked car. Initially, we had thought she belonged to somebody. Possibly to the owner of the house in front of wh...