Fhilcar Faunillani 
The river moved slow, its surface catching the late afternoon sun. A cat sat on the far bank, thin and still, staring at nothing. His fur was matted, gray like old stone. I wondered if he was hungry, if he chased fish that slipped away. His eyes, wide and yellow, held a quiet question. I …
The children’s voices carried across the empty lot, soft and urgent. They huddled in a circle, their small hands pointing to something hidden in the grass. I stood at the edge of the lot, watching. The kids noticed me and waved me over, their eyes wide with worry. “There’s a kitten,” one said, pointing to …
The cat’s eyes gleamed in the dawn light, alone against a pack of stray dogs. Her claws flashed, defiant, holding ground on a cracked sidewalk. She was small, her fur matted, but she stood tall. The dogs circled, barking, their breath steaming in the cold morning air. I stopped, my work bag heavy on my …
The cat’s cries pierced the silence of the abandoned tin shack. Her eyes, wide and glassy, held a plea. On July 10, I found her amid rusted metal and scattered debris. Her front paws, twisted and useless, trembled as she tried to move. Each step was a wince, a soft wail escaping her throat. She …
The black dog barked until his voice cracked. His cries echoed across the rural yard, desperate. Yango’s eyes were wide, searching for someone to hear. Tied to a short, rusted chain behind a sagging house, he stood in dirt and scattered trash. The other dog, Boris, crouched under a flimsy roof, silent. His chain was …
The cat’s eyes tremble. She drags her broken front legs across the cold pavement. Her body is small, fragile, like a leaf caught in a storm. She doesn’t cry out. She never does. The street is quiet, save for the distant hum of cars. She inches toward a scrap of food, her breath shallow. Pain …
The kitten crouched under the bus stop, shivering. Its eyes, crusted shut, wept yellow tears. Rain threatened, heavy and cold. The woman knelt, her coat brushing wet pavement. She saw the kitten’s trembling paws, its thin body curling tighter against the wind. Her heart caught—something small, something lost, something needing her. She scooped it close, …
The kitten lay under the house, small and strange, his body puffed like a forgotten balloon. His eyes, wide and cloudy, held a question no one could answer. He wasn’t right. Not muscular, as they first thought, but swollen, air trapped beneath his skin. A young couple found him, their hands gentle, their voices low. …
The rain was coming. A faint mew trembled under the house, weak and hungry. It had been two days. The kitten was alone in the garden, shivering, too small to walk. Its mother was gone, siblings nowhere near. The sky darkened, heavy with clouds. We couldn’t leave it there. We carried it inside, a tiny …
The tent was cold at 4 a.m. A soft, insistent meow broke the silence. I unzipped the flap, my breath catching in the chill. A tiny kitten sat there, fearless, eyes wide. He looked at me like he’d been waiting. His fur was matted, a faint smudge of dirt on his nose. I didn’t know …
The cat staggered across the street, thin as a whisper. His bones pushed against his dull fur. I stopped my car. His eyes, cloudy and tired, met mine through the dusk. I couldn’t drive on. A can of cat food sat in my glovebox, bought for a neighbor’s pet. I opened it. The scent drifted. …
The rain fell soft on the pavement, soaking my shoes. A tiny kitten, shivering and small, mewed from a corner. It was just a shadow at first, tucked against a wall. Its fur clung to its body, wet and thin. I knelt, calling softly, and it ran to me, stumbling, crying out. Those eyes, wide …
The kitten clung to the wall, its tiny claws scraping against the brick. Its cries pierced the evening, sharp and desperate, pulling me to a stop on my walk home from work. I stood there, watching. The kitten’s wails grew louder, echoing off the empty street. Its small body trembled, eyes wide, searching for something …
The river glinted under the afternoon sun. I held my fiancé’s hand, lost in the woods, when a ripple caught my eye—a small, sodden shape bobbing in the water. It was a cat. His fur clung to his frame, gray and matted, his eyes half-closed against the current. I knelt by the bank, reaching out, …
Her eyes, soft and dark, held a story no one had bothered to read. She lay under the sun, waiting. The dirt was warm beneath her, baked by a summer that didn’t care. A woman, gray hair tied back, knelt beside her. She’d seen the dog left there, abandoned, three days ago. The woman’s hands …