Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy


October 4th 2017 in Microfiction

They drove silently all of the way to Vegas in a caravan, their thoughts on what they’d left behind and what lay ahead. They had found a small motel back a bit from the main highway that would serve as a place to change and rest. Tomorrow, they’d go to the site and take in the information (during the day so that the desire to change would not overwhelm them); that night, under the full moon, they’d begin the search on all fours (for speed) – identifying pets left alone … those whose human companions weren’t ever coming home. There would be food, water, comfort, and address tagging for the local rescue (cats) and relocation to the transport truck for the dogs if they were sad or afraid and wanted to stay close to the pack. “How many do you think?” Stephen asked, breaking the silence. “How many this time?” “Best not to do the numbers,” the alpha replied at the wheel, his eyes not moving from the road. “It’ll tear you up inside.”

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