The sound of sorrow overcomes her.
She pauses, frozen in place
Waiting for the wailing to stop.
Every fiber of her being
Is tense, on alert.
She hesitates, hoping her fears
Are all in her head.
Dread fills her as she realizes it’s all over…
...she stepped on the stupid dog’s tail – again.
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