this morning #2199.

this morning, the hero had become nothing more than society’s latest flavor of the month. for the last week, she’d been stopped by stranger after stranger on the city streets. went on the news. posed for pics. shook hundreds of hands. signed a bunch of autographs. even got a date out of it. then, in a blink of an eye, all that fanfare lapsed & people just passed her by as if she hadn’t made a difference at all. they’d moved on to some plucky teen who’d gone out of his way to save some careless baby. the shift hurt at first but she quickly pivoted. she’d had a good run. always knew that the outsized attention wasn’t going to be a permanent fixture. if the world at large no longer cared that she’d raised thousands of dollars for dogs, at least she still knew.