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Dead Dog by My Side
Dead Dog by My Side
Dead Dog by My Side
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Dead Dog by My Side

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An idyllic picnic in the park. A marvelous day for the young couple, Harrison and Sheila. A perfect date -- until she asks the wrong question: "What's the worst thing you've ever done?"

Harrison raises the dead. But not because he wants to.

Worse, now that he tells her, he can feel it happening again.

Dead Dog by My Side, an urban fantasy short story that looks at love beyond death, and asks how well we really know anyone. From Stefon Mears, author of the Ars Portlandia series.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherStefon Mears
Release dateDec 18, 2014
ISBN9781311917126
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    Dead Dog By My Side

    Dead Dog By My Side

    Stefon Mears

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    W hat’s the worst thing you’ve ever done?

    Sheila asked that question with a playful tone, like she expected me to come back with some tale of teenage hijinks. The kind of thing that’s technically illegal and dangerous, but teenagers do all the time. I worried at my bottom lip, hoping that puppy-dog eyes might distract her, but she fixed patience into her smile, and her eager brown eyes hinted that she knew I had a story to tell. I lay back on our picnic blanket, lush suburban park grass beneath it cushioning my head, and stared up at the high sky, pale blue with wisps of clouds too small to form distracting shapes.

    Come on. Excitement trembled through her voice, as though she grew more certain every moment that she’d found something she desperately wanted to know. No secrets between us.

    Well, I did steal a classmate’s house key in third grade. I didn’t use it or anything. He just couldn’t go inside until his mom got home. Got him in trouble for losing it, but I caught hell when the truth came out.

    Cold, she said, undeterred, but not your worst.

    I rolled on my side and furrowed my brow at her smug, raised chin,

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