Joanie huddled high in the tree, using the canopy as camouflage from the world.
“C’mere, Prince! Here, boy!” Her tiny terrier scampered up the tree with an effortlessness that always made her grin. She wrapped her arms around the pooch and buried her face in his neck. “You must be part cat.”
Angry voices drifted from the house, and Joanie was startled by the sounds of glass shattering and a door slamming. She stared at Prince’s blurred features. “You’ll be my friend, won’t you, boy?” she whispered.
Prince panted and licked away one of her tears.
Word Count: 96
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