by Colleen Foley
Seth’s garish scream made me move faster . I was
forced to sidestep a rapidly deconstructing Doberman as it slid past.
It growled, whipping its head around to snap. It missed only because
its lower jaw came completely unhinged and bounced down the stairs ahead
of it. Seconds later I saw the copulating pair.
I knew instantly, which tableau had tweaked my brother. Definitely the dog. I decided not to give him grief later on.
The room and her dress were foxglove blue. Her favorite.
Seth was on the floor between her and the altar. And he wasn’t moving.