Puppy

This is a 99 word drabble I did at the beginning of the year.

Snuffling and shivering, the puppy yapped for help, attention, kindness. It was a beautiful little puppy, light grey with splattered black splotches; it was the lost drips of an artist's overflowing brush. 

The rain beat down ferociously onto the metal gate nearby, trailing down the glistening surface in a race with nearby precipitation. Howling with a fever, the storm whipped up thunder and lightening, scaring the puppy further back into the little hole it had found.

"Faye, a puppy," footsteps, barely heard over the torrent, approached. The human crouched down, holding out their hand for the puppy to sniff.

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Awww, please write more so we can find out if the puppy found a new home. This is a good opening. The bit about the artist's brush seemed a little out of place though.