This Girl Followed a Puppy Into an Alley—Then Disappeared From Maps
The Paw Prints Return
Lila couldn’t stop thinking about that door. Days went by, and as she sat in class or brushed her teeth or watched the sky turn orange again, her mind circled back to that strange iron handle. The whispering, the puppy, and the alley that seemed to stretch the longer she stayed in it.
One Friday afternoon, she took the long way home from school. Her sneakers scraped softly as she paused by the back wall of the local hardware store. There, in the thin coat of dust, were fresh paw prints. And just like before, they went toward the alley—and stopped before the brick swallowed them whole.
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