Come With Me
Pete was greeted by a golden retriever with no tags. “Is that a yes?” he inquired, his smile widening unconsciously. “That’s where my car is,” he said, pointing to the cemetery’s gate.
“It’s not that far,” he said. When he looked behind him, he noticed the storm was getting closer. “Come,” he said, and the dog did as he said. However, as she stood up, his gaze was drawn to the object she’d been shielding.