An "Awesome Indie" short story...
Have you ever lost a beloved pet? Have you grieved and mourned yet still feel empty? May the road to Zellwood help you find an end to that sad journey.
EXCERPT:
Smack in the center of the state, there sits a small town whose only claim to fame is spring-bottled water and an annual corn festival. It is a blink-of-the-eye beautiful burg with gently sloping hills and towering oaks laden with silvery, spidery Spanish moss. Boasting few traffic lights, it nevertheless has one spectacular pet cemetery.
Zellwood. Rarely does one go there on purpose. But since I have one - though some might say it's silly - I'm going. For somewhere in that tiny town, an old dog named Jake is buried...
Have you ever lost a beloved pet? Have you grieved and mourned yet still feel empty? May the road to Zellwood help you find an end to that sad journey.
*Note: Albeit quite poignant, please be aware this is a very short story. However, I hope you find the message within as cathartic as it was for me when I wrote it...
EXCERPT:
Smack in the center of the state, there sits a small town whose only claim to fame is spring-bottled water and an annual corn festival. It is a blink-of-the-eye beautiful burg with gently sloping hills and towering oaks laden with silvery, spidery Spanish moss. Boasting few traffic lights, it nevertheless has one spectacular pet cemetery.
Zellwood. Rarely does one go there on purpose. But since I have one - though some might say it's silly - I'm going. For somewhere in that tiny town, an old dog named Jake is buried...
