The Chair He Bought, The Dog They Tried to Take, and the Choice

into the touch and licked the boy’s tattooed hand.

“He’s not dirty,” the young man said softly, his voice low but firm. “He’s just old, ma’am. And he’s tired.”

The woman scoffed. “Excuse me? I’m trying to buy this chair.”

The young man stood up, pulled out a wallet attached to a chain, and walked over to the estate sale manager.

“How much for the chair?continue reading …