This is an excerpt from a story that I wrote called “Bad Possibilities”
As I walk down the path I notice all the small things, the squirrels and chipmunks sprinting across the grass and up the trees, the leaves start to fall and the branches become bare like they are alone, my dogs favorite squeaky toy, outside, she would never put that toy outside, she loved it way too much. I knew something was wrong. I then stopped walking and I looked up at the wide open door, I threw my water bottle onto the floor and I ran, my cleats hit the ground even harder now making it sound like horses hooves. I didn’t even have to look, I knew she was gone.
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