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