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Sharon Roznik | from:English

Dogs Know Those Who Dig Graves -‘My Flash Story’ contest–third place

That autumn we knocked down the old barn foundation I asked the man with the backhoe to dig a grave in the
center of a huge patch of tiger lilies.
This was in case Annie died over winter. She was 15 years old and all who met the aged collie remarked she
“must have seen better days.”

During the heat of summer, the dogs loved to burrow in the backyard bed of lilies to keep cool. They tunneled
through the thick tangle that grew all around Carl Ebert’s grave.
As the story is told, Carl committed suicide back in the 1940’s, so he couldn’t be buried in the churchyard
cemetery next door. A crude cement marker bears his name in a scrawl that looks like a finger was used to inscribe
it. Encircling the deceased is a decades-worth of dead pets. Popsicle-stick markers bear names like “Squeak” and
“Max” and “Rosie.”

It took three hours on a winter night to bury Annie. We piled straw and lit fires atop the earth to get our shovels
through frozen ground.
Father and son – backs ramrod straight — carried the collie through knee-deep snow. I followed in their boot
steps, my flashlight shining down the hill.

The clanking of shovels on hard ground echoed through the woods and neighborhood dogs began to howl.
They kept it up for quite some time.
“See how they know,” I said
“Yeah, right. Dogs don’t know,” the son said.
“Dogs know,” the father answered.

I like to think Carl would appreciate the fact we’ve turned him into St. Francis of Assisi of the backyard.
And Annie, as do all collies, will know a lost soul when she sees one.
Please, old girl, help Carl find his way home.

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David Cary
David Cary

I liked this one best.

Shannon Orr
Shannon Orr

This was lovely

Dorothy
Dorothy

I like this one best, too. It made me feel something where the other two did not. Why is the formatting so peculiar? It made it hard to read. I am also curious about who the father and son are because they are not the narrator. That’s the only uncomfortable mystery in the story. That’s the kind of open space that instead of adding mystery just confuses. But, still, I like it.

Tara Orezzoli
Tara Orezzoli

The formatting is a bit confusing, but if you read just the offset lines, skipping the full sentences, it reads like a poem. At least, that’s what my eyes wanted to do. However, I feel it would have ended with more power and emotion if the last line was omitted.

Becky
Becky

This was my favorite, as well…

Gail Tucker
Gail Tucker

I, too, liked this one best. However, I think the final sentence unnecessary; this reader understood the intention and felt that the piece concluded well with “… will know a lost soul when she sees one.”

Susan
Susan

A very touching short story!

Yvette R. Murray
Yvette R. Murray

VERY nice. Fantastic sense of place and time. I’m a dog lover so . . . yayy!!!

Anne Bignell
Anne Bignell

Nicely done

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