Monday, September 15, 2008

Being Visited



The thunderstorm comes on quickly. It is Wyoming.

Onto the porch pads a wet dog. It has clear marks of abuse.

They dry it off and feed it. It falls asleep in the kitchen and the dad stays with it.

They get a good couple of months, good weather. It manages brightness.

The two girls love the new dog. It only takes a minute or two to frame their three faces.

Later on, another thunderstorm hits. It is a shock to the whole family that the dog disappears.

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