the vanishing act
By benafim
The Vanishing Act It was on a beautiful moonlit winter night when old Ernie in his lonesome cabin died. His dog howled its sorrow to the oblique moon which through a dusty window shone. For days it sat by his side till hunger tolled and it took a timid bite of Ernie’s upper arm. Spring, people came looked for Ernie everywhere, this vanishing act a mystery yet to be resolved They patted his mournful dog, which looked remarkable well? Fed and gave it another home. Written November 21st, 2001 © on Nov 21 2001 05:59 AM PST 0 • 14
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