Last year, my publishing company, Bienvenue Press started an annual charity anthology. Hometown Heroes was the title and we included short stories about ordinary people doing extraordinary things. A portion of the proceeds go to the Cajun Navy Foundation.
This year, our stories are about rescue animals, a subject near and dear to my heart. Donations from Finally Home, will go to various animal rescue programs. I had originally planned to do a Chateau Rouge story, but no ideas just jumped out me. Then it hit me, Grace, from Running on Empty had a story to finish. Her happily-ever-after wasn’t complete yet. Her sidekick is Furby, a dog she rescued, and a perfect subject for a story.
Furby was actually one of my dogs, as was Sammy, and Oscar, all who have passed on. Furby, the last one, crossed the rainbow bridge just a little over a year ago. And man, did I struggle with this one. It was tough to write. However, I am very pleased with how it turned out, and I was also pleasantly surprised when it took the Boonies in a different direction. You’ll have to read it to find out what this is though. 🙂
For now, I have an excerpt for you. Release date is set for December 10th, so you don’t have to wait long!
Grace hesitated a moment before sliding her key into the apartment door. She took a breath to calm herself before facing Gabe and his sweet but concerned eyes.
He always had that look when she came home from visiting with Dr. Melancon. As if he wanted to ask what they had talked about even though he already knew. These sessions had been his idea when her random outbursts of anger had almost caused them to break up at one point.
It was all Brent’s fault, she thought. Although Dr. Mel had told her that it was reactive thinking and she needed to be proactive.
Grace rolled her eyes. Proactive would be driving to New Orleans, finding him and punching him in the throat.
She heard a bark from inside and knew she had been discovered. With a sigh, she opened the door and pasted a smile on her face.
Furby, the little white ball of fur she had rescued years ago came running up to her. His paws tip tapping on the hard wood floors of their small Austin apartment.
When he reached her, he jumped, then did his welcome home dance on his back paws. She laughed then, as she always did, and picked him up. She buried her face in his soft fur and squeezed him tight.
Gabe wandered in behind Furby, his lanky form filling the entry way. His green eyes were soft when he smiled at her. “He’s been watching the door for you.”
She held him out so she could look him in the eyes, “You did, Furb? You’re such a good boy.” With that, she placed him back down on the ground gently and he ran away. Back to the comfort of the dog bed they’d placed beside the sofa. He liked to turn it around so the high back faced the front. He looked like an overgrown rat defending the Queen’s castle.
Be sure to be alerted on release day!
Peace! I’m out!