The beginning:
“Tillie? Tillie? Till-” the wind swallowed our cries as we ran frantically through the cemetery.
“I can’t believe she pulled me all the way here before squeezing out of her collar.” I stopped and squinted through the misty autumn sunset. I’d usually see the beauty in an autumn walk, but this evening felt different. Colder maybe?
“She is one playful dog,” my brother unzipped his jacket and took a moment to catch his breath, “Tillie loves a good game of hide and seek in the cemetery. We’ll find her.”
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