by Tasha "When I saw him lying there in this puddle that could very well have been a puddle of his own blood, moving his arms and legs lethargically without making a sound, all of a sudden I knew what it was I had missed all these years. Dogs barking. There used to be a lot of dogs before The Day, at least where I used to live, but nowadays not one stinking lousy flea-bitten cur sticks his nose into the air at night to howl at the moon. Sure, dogs weren't the first thing to vanish, but vanish they sure did. People gotta eat, you know" *Click image to read* * Stories* * Home*