{"sf1_id":459252,"sf2_id":"m0KxOvRe","title":"Words","author":"Kozel","words":233,"posted_at":"2012-11-05T23:08:00.000Z","tags":["Canine","School","Story Series","Young","questions","words"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/459252-words","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/m0KxOvRe","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/c7/a5/c7a56b4e-5452-4b1f-8516-fd30810ec6ba","description":"A large project I'm working on. This is a pretty rough draft.\nAlso, looking for an editor, or criticism. Or both. Feel free to comment with a brutally honest opinion.","content":"Conversation\n\nThe sound of vehicles on the freeway, just close enough to recognize but distant enough to not catch anyone's attention.  \n\"So...What do you think happens when you die?\"  \nThe question slowly filled the air, but was dead in an instant with a simple reply of \"Huh?\"  \n\"Um...forget it.\" to revive the question and try to ellicit a thought out response was too much trouble.  \n\"Ok... .\" the two syllables were another disheartening sign of Shem's present company.   \nThe slight ruffling of large jackets and denim could have been the anthem of the town.   \nThe bus stop was not really a bus stop, it was only a commonly agreed upon location. In front of the Boer's mailbox, on the sidewalk.  \nIn years past the concrete path had been filled with young animals, chattering and waiting for the eventuality that was school.   \nBut that was the past, only two riders waited now, hot breath billowing out of little snouts.  \nFrustration gave way to sadness, his ears drooping upon realization of his current location.  \nHe shook his head, speaking slowly to the wind, \"Uh...Did...Did you see the game last night?\"  \nThe response popped into the air around Shem, \"Oh yeah! that last touchdown was awesome!\"  \nHis voice a whisper again,\"Yeah. It was.\"  \nHe could feel himself slowly dissapearing, almost too slow to keep track of. But the ache was there.  \nSoon all would be quiet.\n\n  \n  \n\n"}