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What it’s all about: Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist, that is, in exactly five sentences.
It was dusk when they realized she was missing.
Frantic with worry they went around looking for her everywhere they could think of, friends and neighbors joining the search, but none could find her.
At dawn, the milkman came running with news, of dried blood, in the path leading to the marshy land next to the railway line.
She was lying in a pool of blood in the tall grass, guts spilled out, broken bones, an injured eye and mangled ears.
They could have sworn she wagged her tail when she heard them call her name, but it couldn’t be, because she was stone cold to touch.
Note: The many news items I have come across in recent times about humans being cruel to stray dogs prompted me to write this.
©Shail Mohan 2016
Day 26 NaBloPoMo 2016
Shail's Nest 
Tore me apart 😦
And it also worries me that I was expecting it to be a story of a human girl, and the hurt was many notches higher when I realised it’s a doggie! 😐 Gosh – do I need help?
I think we dog lovers feel that way (we all need help may be)
Stray dogs are being persecuted
Crimes against them perpetuated
When they go missing
Heartbeats missing
And then hearts rent on being located!
Thank you.
Packs a punch, Shail – wish the punch stayed in virtual worlds.
Truly so!
Esp with medical students in TN…recently it was a monkey! How inhuman can they be!
There are similar stories from everywhere around the world. How can people be so cruel? 😦
Very sad but lovely. I hate stories when the dog dies.
I can imagine. I don’t want dogs to ever die.
Vivid imagery made me feel the despair of loss. Well done. @sheilamgood at Cow Pasture Chronicles
Thank you, Sheila.
sick people everywhere, I guess the end of civilization is near
Agree 😦