He Crept

He crept down back stairs

Screen door

Little metal hook

Went outside

Dog followed.

He stepped on wet grass

Stopped

Felt gun’s weight in hand.

“Don’t know why I have to be so quiet,

As if I can hide.”

Shot dog

Then himself

Wouldn’t have worked any other way.

May 28, 2009

Author: hsderkin

H. Scott Derkin, winner of the prestigious Delizon Publishers Annual Short Story Competition in 2013 lives and works in Toledo, Ohio with his wife Carol and a scruffy miniature poodle mix named Dylanbob. By not taking in to account his shortcomings, Carol has managed to stay with him for 48 years. Derkin pursues his livelihood there in a prosaic trade. He may be found summers at the helm of his sailboat, making passage around the islands of western Lake Erie; and in the time not taken up by working, writing and sailing, Derkin might be found playing drums and recording blues, country and rock & roll music with his friends.

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