Dog Story
The water was past my waist and still pouring into the cellar like a dam had burst. I was trapped in a cold, dark tomb. My dog didn’t swim for the exit to save himself. He found the one loose floorboard above my head and screamed to the world until a boat stopped. He refused to be saved until he saw me rise from the water first.
The water was past my waist and still pouring into the cellar like a dam had burst. I…