Y is for Yelp (haibun)

The sound of chanting Hail Mary’s in different tones echoes from the bedroom. They are all kneeling around the bed of their dying father. The antique clock on the old sideboard ticks. Soft moans turn gradually into anguished cries.

missing his master
lying under his bed
the spaniel yelps

©Tournesol ’16/4/29

Blogging from A to Z Challenge

NaPoWriMo Day 29

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