by Beers, B. A.
Glancing back at the hole in the icy lake, he knew this experience was one he would never forget. Stretching his shoulders, he recognized that his lower extremities were still in trouble. His soaked jeans were beginning to ice. Glancing at his legs, he wondered if it would be better to remove the jeans, but discarded the thought, knowing he was still some distance from the cabin. The cabin? What direction was it? he thought.
Self-doubt emerged. What direction do I go? Turning in a full circle, he could not see the cabin. Closing his eyes, he fought to remember his path to this location. He had followed Molly’s tracks. Smiling, he opened his eyes. “Follow them back, stupid,” he said, searching the ground and noticing the red-colored smudges in the snow. “She is injured,” he surmised.
Picking up his wet sweatshirt, he trekked back to the cabin, wondering what damage was done to both the dog and her owner.
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About the Author
B. A. Beers is a former educator who embraces friendships. This philosophy holds true not only in the interaction with others in her personal life, but also with her fictional characters and the readers of her work. Her love affair with the written word blossomed when she read a beloved love story at an impressionable young age.
She resides in Phoenix, AZ with her family.