Heartstrings On Fire

Good thing Agnes was quick on her feet, so that bucket of water only dampened the hem of her dress.

The woman was fierce and intimidating. “Get out! Now! You’re not welcome here.”

Agnes said calmly, “Mrs. Fabian, I just want to talk to you. I mean no harm.”

Mrs. Fabian looked impatient. “I have nothing to discuss with journalists. Leave now or I’ll kick you out.” With that, Mrs. Fabian slammed the door shut.

Agnes found herself left out in the cold.

She sighed. This was a tough nut to crack, no chance for a conversation at all.

But Agnes was not one to give up so easily. She stood at the doorstep, plotting her next move.

Soon after, she heard the barking of dogs in the alleyway, and clearly someone else was approaching.

sleek black overcoat, came in slowly with the backdrop of the setting

swallowing a calming pill for Agnes, whose anxiety

her damp dress, he asked, “What happened?”

frowned. “I couldn’t get in and start a conversation. Do you have any

replied, “Let me try.”

words, Agnes was hopeful. After all, Jared was famously known

on the door again, and in no time, the door swung

with murderous intent. Seeing two people at her doorstep, she snarled, “What now, you brought reinforcements? Don’t think I’ll be

gone,

seemed to hit a nerve. The woman’s expression changed visibly, her faux ferocity falling apart in an

I’m working on a special feature for the Stray Animal Protection Association about the stray

asked, “So you’re not here on behalf of

not a government official. Evictions are not within my jurisdiction, Mrs. Fabian. We’re not

opened her door.

and Jared exchanged a glance before