Bury Him Deeper

Olivers dog whined and sniffed the body, licking his masters face. An August sun glared down, gluing Selmas blood-splashed dress against her body. She held her husband in her arms, willing him to live. He had attacked Tyrone so suddenly there hadnt been time to think. But now, every movement seemed in slow motion, Oliver vomiting, eyes pleading, his blood spurting more slowly from his chest.

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