The Barking Silence
without memory or control--microfiction
Sarah's mind returned to her; her fog lifted. A shovel in one hand and standing over a freshly buried, small hole in her garden. With no memory to what was buried, Sarah cleaned herself off, stowed the shovel, and returned inside.
Lee came home and saw Sarah reposed and half napping on the couch. There was an unpoped blister pack next to her, on the coffee table. "Sarah, you didn't take your medication this morning-" The thought drifted to the next, "where's the dog?"
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