Where's My Dog?

"Hey, I'm home!", announced Ashley, taking off her shoes and stepping into her dimly lit apartment. It was nothing much, nothing fancy, but it was hers, and that made it more special than any 100 Acre mansion ever could. 

The 2-room apartment was just like she'd left it this morning when she left go work. Coffee mugs in the sink, dog litter and food on the floor, dirty clothes in the laundry. And yet there was something missing. It was quiet. Too quiet..

Ashley's hands flew to her face as she gasped. "Kerka?? Where are you, Kerka??

No response. Her heartbeat accelerated as she got more and more nervous and worried about the whereabouts of her 4 year old dog, which had been her fathers dying gift to her. It meant a lot to her, so much that she couldn't even begin to imagine what would happen if her dog, her fathers dying gift, went missing.

"Fuck. Oh no no no no no. This is bad. This is really bad." She kept on searching her small apartment for her dog, but there's are only so many hiding spots in a apartment the size of hers.

"Where", Ashley said, checking and rechecking her apartment in hopeless hope that Kerka would be somewhere in it.

"WHERE IS MY DOG??!!"

Next chapter coming soon!