hope and fear
Tom reached the area where Max was buried, and the barking became louder. His flashlight beam flickered, sending spooky shadows over the yard. “It sounds just like him,” Tom mumbled, hope and worry dueling inside him. He swept the light across the gravestone, his breath caught as the barking echoed from beneath the ground. Despite the chills running up his spine, he found himself frozen in place, unable to move.
Hope And Fear
returning home
Tom, shivering from the cool breeze and the dark night, inspected the yard one final time. The barks blended into the whispering breeze. Tom, still dubious of what he’d heard, carefully retreated to the house, his flashlight wavering slightly. He went inside and locked the back door behind him. Unsure and worried, he trudged upstairs and returned to bed. The barking tormented his thoughts, making sleep seem remote.
Returning Home
