I was standing by his corpse. Sure it was Harry. Although the face was disfigured, I could feel the cinnamon in my nostrils. Only he smelled that way. I couldn’t contain my sorrow and began to bark.

“What are you barking at, Duffy?” Harry said, his shadow approaching me.

Tanay is a freelancer and a business owner from India. He loves to write whenever he finds the time. His latest poetry collection ‘sparrow on the bark’ is out on Amazon, in paperback and on kindle.