Stone Circle Exitlude

Gunnar’s last sun lights the blades of his shoulder. A pass of her paw soils his sterling coat with damp earth. He meant so much to so many, and now he lies in dirt. Her wet cheeks cool in the autumn’s chill.

Time drains from a silent clock.

“Be at peace,” she thinks to him.
“Be kind to him,” she thinks to the earth.

When he is buried, she pulls away from his gravestone. Flickering in the eyes of his children is Gunnar.

A silent clock resets.