It was cold enough to the point where Mary Ann couldn't feel the tears on her cheeks. The pine trees cast dark shadows across the dog's dead body, she could feel her whole weight sinking down into the snow. Crippled with pain, she knelt in the fresh powder. The snow soaked through her jeans and Mary Ann reached inside her flannel jacket for a tissue but found none. She could only stare at the dog's lifeless body. The wind blew softly and the pine tree's thick needles kept it from becoming anything more. Wispy grey clouds filled the sky. Mary Ann tilted her chin up to the sky and her lower lip shook terribly as her chest cavity heaved with another sob. The two teenagers had looked at her awkwardly. The larger one was holding the gun and he had turned bright red, the other smaller boy kept twisting his mouth around and had been chewing on the edge of his glove.
"We're real sorry mam," the fat one had said.
"Yeah" had echoed the smaller one.
"Honest we was just trying to get a rabbit, and from a distance-" the fat one started, before he was nudged by the smaller one.
"We can can clean it up for you," the tiny one had offered with no emotion in his voice.
Mary Ann didn't remember what she said, but she knew when she opened her eyes the boys were gone and so was her dog.
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