Unscripted Adventures

Here’s a small flash fiction…😊

I stared at the ashes of the furry, adorable pup and cried so much that it smelled of petrichor. Above the body, the dull, gray, pale gravestone slouched like a hunchback, glaring at me as if the loss was my fault. Before I knew it, I ran to the nearest house,then grabbed a big butterknife and plunged it through my heart, sinking to Earth, eyes wide open, motionless, still with the thought of her in my head. No one,no one at all dared to enter the room after that.