Flash fiction 55+

Wolf1NCAngela’s attention wandered as Reed became more animated. Who cared about red wolves, anyway? They might as well be red Cadillacs, for all it mattered to her. She was a numbers person, tracking how many wolves there were over time. If they died out, so what? There would always be something else to count.
Geez, if she did track cars instead, maybe she could get a discount on a new Escalade. She smiled at the prospect and then tried to focus on the meeting again.

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