Please accept my submission for Friday Fictioneers for 9 May 2014. Had to look close for my clue.
Waiting For Jigsaw
He finished his crossword puzzle. A man with nothing but time, he inspected his cart. Ripped duffel bags and straining plastic bags jostled with a stained sleeping bag and a decades old boom box.
He smiled, and whistled. I trotted along. Someone loved me again.
Men shouted, then took his crossword. Kicked, I hid. Crossword didn’t get up. Tired, white coated men came. They took Crossword away.
I lay beside the cart. I will wait until Crossword comes back.