A Peaceful End [50-Words]

Boomer’s time was waning. He’d been a faithful companion; I prayed for a peaceful end. Blustery wind lifted him from my arms, twirling upward until he was a speck in the sky. I see him in clouds—bulgy eyes, pencil legs on a hot dog body—running. A wiry dog-cloud chasing squirrel-clouds.


Lisa H. Owens
Created for an Inner Circle Writers' Group 50-word Flash Fiction Friday
October 29, 2021

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