The days blurred. Rain smudged the ink on her posters. One blew into the gutter. Lisa made more. She didn’t care how it looked, she needed her kitten back. And people noticed. Her neighbor across the street, Mr. Dawes, paused while clipping his hedges. “Still no sign?” Lisa shook her head. He frowned. “Damn shame. My dog went missing once.
It turned out he was under the deck the whole time, spooked by fireworks. Maybe Nina’s just hiding real good.” “Maybe,” Lisa said. But she didn’t believe it. The next day, a teenage girl from three houses down came to her door with a soggy poster in hand. “I saw this laying by the basketball court. Just wanted to give it back.”