Smoke filled his lungs…it was home The scent of beer encased him…it was safe The sound of laughter surrounded him…it was heaven An arm threw itself around his shoulders. He almost stumbled at the weight of it, but then it pulled him against the firm chest of the man he worshiped. His body sunk into...

Stone in front… Rolling hills behind…. Grey clouds above…. The perfect day for a funeral. The baying of hounds covered the sound of mourning as they finally lay him to rest. Whiskey was drunk by the cask. Little amber eyes watched it all. It had been about a week since he had seen his dad bounding ...