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

want to buy the chair, but I’m not paying forty dollars if it smells like wet dog.”

I gripped the wheels of my chair. I wanted to stand up. I wanted to tell her that “dirty thing” was the only reason I got out of bed in the morning. But my voice was caught in my throat. I felt small. Useless.

Then, a shadow fell over the woman.

A young man stepped forward.continue reading …