I wanted out. I thought leaving would change things. After all, I had nothing to live for. So I figured, “What the hell?”
And I left. My trusted dog, George—my only real friend—came with me.
It should’ve been a nice break. It should’ve been relaxing—alone in a desolate western town with the one dog I loved more than anything else.
It shouldn’t have ended the way it did.
A short work of horror.
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Published May 23, 2012
by Untreed Reads Publishing.
Horror, Literature & Fiction.