Gone Forever Again

Short Fiction by Abram Dress

“I miss the way her butt smelled. It was an angry smell, but I miss it.”

“I know this is hard on you, Friz.” Brigitte squeezed the dog’s shoulders tight. “But Moose is only going away for a little bit. She’ll be back.”

“You sound like Dad talking, but you’re worried, too.” Friz huffed, then leaned into Brigitte. “Dad was mad at her. I told her not to eat …