Frozen grounds

It was a cold day. I remember seeing the frost on my windows. I dressed warmly. It was a dirty job, but it had to be done. I mentally prepared myself over a cup of coffee. Got in the car and started the long, tedious drive.

She was cold. Her body had gone rigid and it wasn’t easy to transport. I started sweating in my warm hoodie. As I dropped her in the freshly dug hole, my breath made little clouds that seemed to instantly freeze.

My dog died on December 18th, 2001. And winter brings her memory back to me.

This short story was written for the 100 Word Challenge for grown-ups week #63. The prompt was ‘…and winter brings…’. 


31 thoughts on “Frozen grounds

      • It was hard for me to tell it was fiction because that last bit felt blunt as I read it, like a personal truth that had to be added rather than a continuation of the story as it began. That writing decision made it feel more like memoir as I read it. Interesting choice.

    • Good question. See, here in Europe, we’d never take a long drive anywhere to bury our pets. Small pets go in backyards, big pets…. I wouldn’t know. I never had a dog. It’s fiction.

  1. You built up the suspense . . . then the twist, the sadness of personal loss. Sorry to hear . . . it worked well as a piece of creative writing

  2. Well, you had me going – I wasn’t sure if the speaker was a murderer – surely not a gravedigger, they wouldn’t just drop the body in the grave – must be a murderer – and then the ending. It was “only” a dog.

  3. While I agree that it is sad hat the season makes you think of her, I also think it is good that you have her to think back to and all the good times you two doubtlessly had together.
    A very emotional piece indeed. Well done!

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