Saturday Morning

The dog ran out. There was a loud hit. The car screeched.

 

The dog squealed wailing.

 

It tumbled towards the side gate.

 

Wailing.

 

I rushed over and pulled the bar unlocking the gate open.

 

The silence crossed-over.

 

Nowhere.

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