I Asked a Bleeding Biker on the Curb if He Needed Help and He Said Save My Dog

into the woods. The flashlight on my phone shook in my hand. I kept calling her. I kept stopping to listen. I heard nothing but the highway, far away, and the sound of my own breathing.

Then, somewhere to my right, I heard a small whine.

I stopped breathing.

“Daisy?”

I followed the sound. Twenty feet off the trail, behind a fallen log, I found her.

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