Luci was a ghost in the bustling city. Five years had passed since she was abandoned as a puppy, a lifetime in the harsh world of the streets. Today, her birthday, was a bitter irony. A day that should have been marked by joy and celebration was instead a stark reminder of her solitary existence.
She remembered the day of her abandonment, a tiny, frightened puppy left to fend for herself. The world had been a cold, unforgiving place, and she had learned to adapt, to survive. But survival was not living. It was a constant battle against hunger, cold, and the indifference of humanity.
Her days were a monotonous cycle of scavenging, finding shelter, and avoiding the harsh realities of street life. There were no birthday cakes, no presents, no loving pats. Instead, there was the constant gnawing of hunger, the cold bite of the night, and the loneliness that was a permanent companion.
As the day wore on, a sense of despair washed over her. She watched as people walked their dogs, their laughter and joy a stark contrast to her solitary existence. She longed for a simple touch, a kind word, a moment of connection. But the world was indifferent.
As night fell, Luci found a quiet spot beneath a bridge. The city lights were a distant, cold beauty, offering no warmth or comfort. She curled into a ball, her body trembling from cold and exhaustion. In the darkness, she dreamt of a home, of a family, of a life filled with love. But when she woke, reality was a harsh slap in the face.
Another day had passed, another birthday marked by solitude. Luci was a survivor, a creature defined by resilience. Yet, in the depths of her weary heart, a flicker of hope remained. Perhaps, just perhaps, tomorrow would be different.
