Stumps
By I.L.T. Yodith
I found him under the white-barked sycamore.
No tag. No collar. Just a happy little guy with half-a-leg less than other dogs.
His bark accompanied my best-lived moments.
I found the sycamore chopped down.
No reason. No explanation.
Just a smooth little stump with infinitely more memories than other trees.
Entry for the fifty-word story prompt and contest