Sadje’s rules:
Finally, a piece of fiction. I am slowly coming out of a long downtime and this is probably the first fiction piece I have done in a while.
Image credit; Kenrick Mills @ Unsplash
For the visually challenged reader, this image shows a full moon in a cloudy sky. It’s night time and the clouds behind the moon are illuminated by the moonlight in an eerie fashion.
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FiFi
By Tessa Dean May 2024
FiFi must have headed into the woods following a scent only she could smell. I stood on the road and felt her tugging on the extended leash. The moon peeked out of the clouds, and I wondered if we would soon be in for a storm. My small poodle, FiFi, tugged on her leash, trying to get something in the woods.
As the moon went behind the clouds again, I became uncomfortable with how dark it was getting. I tugged harder on FiFi’s leash, and she resisted me, intent on getting closer to whatever she sought. I didn’t want to have to follow her into the woods to get her back on the road we were walking on, but it looked like that was my only option.
I walked a few feet towards her and reeled in her retractable leash. I kept doing this until I finally was within a few feet from where she was busy sniffing and digging. I didn’t know what she found, and I didn’t want to find out what was there. The area we were in was used at times for the burial of murder victims. I don’t know what possessed me to come this way and at this time of the night. I should have visited here during the day.
FiFi continued digging. Eventually, she pulled up a bone. She wagged her tail and looked at me triumphantly. I shuddered. What had she found, a human or an animal? I hoped she found an animal bone, not a human one. I checked my pocket for my phone, just in case I had to call the police.
FiFi continued digging, and she found more bones. I didn’t think the bones were big enough to be a human, although it could have been a child or a large dog for all I knew.
I used the flashlight on my phone to see what she was doing. I saw something glinting in the dirt. I picked it up and saw a dog tag. Relief flooded through me as I realized someone had buried their pet out there and not a human being.
Tessa –
Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses
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