Fiction Friday: Daisy

DAISY Hailey Piper Daisy encountered the boy years before she found him smiling in the barley field. She was minding her business in a store’s lot at town’s edge, poking at garbage that might hide treasures. A dirty, skinny little thing, not so different from her, the boy toddled out of the store holding the hand of an older woman. This was the morning Daisy could not forgive. “Look, Aunt Delia!” he shouted. “A puppy!” Daisy was young and small, but she hadn’t been called a puppy in a while.…