Serial – Part Five

Part Five
Aggie

Pounds were depressing forms of torture. I hated wandering their lengths seeing the desperate faces of abandoned animals staring up at me through the bars, knowing I’d never be able to save them all. I reached out, blindly clutching at Ice’s hand. He let me, squeezing it warmly when I needed the reassurance.

I hated animal shelters.

We’d been here long enough for a girl to take our names, details and then hand us a clipboard and pen. She looked harried, explaining that today w...