Post by Serina Coleman on Dec 29, 2008 7:36:19 GMT -8
Serina walked slowly down the beach. It was odd, she thought because she had been pulled out of an insane asylum for everyone here to think she was a freak. "Not in the no slightest I yes care." she told her puppy. He had been a small retriever puppy with dark golden fur. So when he had died he died in Serina's arms. She just wished that her father hadn't brought him to visit that day.
Fido's ghostly figure looked up at Serina with disbelieving eyes. He could now talk now that he was dead but he preferred not to. He also preferred only to talk to Serina. Although if he spoke loud enough then other people could be able to hear him to. That was what people called disembodied voices. He rubbed up against her leg although she just felt a slight chill against her leg she still smiled at him, "Appreciate it no Don't I" she assured him.
Fido's ghostly figure looked up at Serina with disbelieving eyes. He could now talk now that he was dead but he preferred not to. He also preferred only to talk to Serina. Although if he spoke loud enough then other people could be able to hear him to. That was what people called disembodied voices. He rubbed up against her leg although she just felt a slight chill against her leg she still smiled at him, "Appreciate it no Don't I" she assured him.
