The clouds shifted, allowing a bit of moonlight to shine through. Scrabbling through the undergrowth, Maddie was glad for it. She tried to move faster when she heard the dogs barking in the distance; she had to complete her mission before dawn broke. Maybe she should have asked Dean to help – but one person in harm’s way is better than two. She approached the clearing and saw the aging cabin clearly in the moonlight. She knew the imprisoned dogs were at the back, caged in small enclosures and mistreated until they could breed no more. She was determined that after tonight, they would no longer be imprisoned.
What are your thoughts on abuse of dogs for profit?
© Colline Kook-Chun, 2015
(This post was inspired by Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. The challenge asks for bloggers to write a story in 100 words or less in response to the photo prompt.)