Love and Loyalty

It was the night of the year, she came out of her grave. And it was the night for which he waited on that chair 364 days in a year.

It was a love beyond the realms of human imagination. He was the devotee who had seen the shadows of death approaching, and refused to eat for five days. He had never imagined a life without her, and he continued to guard the tombstone, without any expectations or reward.

For the rest of the world, he was just an old, furry, four-legged creature, who lived without fear, in the graveyard.

(100 words)

Inspired by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields at

Friday Fictioneers



    1. Ironically, every stray dog has a owner, who resides somewhere in the vicinity. I realized this when I saw someone giving away coats to stray dogs in winter. Only the owner was trusted enough to make them wear the coat.


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