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Accepting Fate
Greg heard tornado sirens in the distance…pressure loomed.
His dog’s Matey and Steve were licking themselves into a frenzy on his new burgundy leather sofa.
Greg was a man accustomed to facing fears. So, he showed no reaction, or mercy to the pending doom of the twister.
Presently, the dogs switched positions and began to sniff each other much more deeply, savouring every moment. They reveled in the glory of a sniff while dying in the raging twister.
Greg’s face betrayed his despondence as he died.
His dog’s Matey and Steve were licking themselves into a frenzy on his new burgundy leather sofa.
Greg was a man accustomed to facing fears. So, he showed no reaction, or mercy to the pending doom of the twister.
Presently, the dogs switched positions and began to sniff each other much more deeply, savouring every moment. They reveled in the glory of a sniff while dying in the raging twister.
Greg’s face betrayed his despondence as he died.
Published 30th Apr 2017
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