Orson's Last Walk
It's all okay, just like everything is in the end. A short story.
Everything was red. I was lying on my back. My head hurt. A dog barked.
No—wait. That’s not right.
I was in bed. I must’ve been dreaming. But there it was again—that bark. It sounded just like Orson.
But Orson was dead.
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