Slylock Fox – August 27th, 2013
Fido’s heartbeat was like a hammer against his entire body, rhythmically beating him against the thrashing waves. The only pocket of air was shrinking into the murky sea. A sweet gasp of oxygen, and he was buried again. His last glimpse through the blurred water was Goldy’s deranged grin.
“Billy is gone now. I own this house, Fido.”