Dead cars littered the yard. Long grass grew around abandoned plastic containers and batteries. A child’s blue plastic wading pool reflected my deflating spirits.
“This can’t be the right place.” Jerry sounded hopeful.
A woman appeared. We followed her, silent, into the garage. Huge chests freezers lined the walls, while two pups played in a cage on the floor.
“Only two left. I’ll give you some time. I’ll be back.” She left.
I cuddled a pup. Inquisitive, Jerry opened a freezer lid, momentarily freezing before banging it shut.
“What the hell are they feeding these pups?”
In response to Charli’s prompt where she asks:
November 3, 2015 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a frozen story. Is the weather the source of freezing or is a character frozen by emotion or lack of it? It can also be a moment frozen in time. What does it reveal?
Respond by November 10, 2015 to be included in the weekly compilation. Rules are here. All writers are welcome!