An Echo in Time

by Boo Walker

It must be so nice being a dog, not having to make a living, not having to go outside unless you want to, not having a concern in the world other than always hoping to go to the dog park.

Staring at the names and reading obituaries and even discovering the occasional picture, she’s taken aback by the idea that these people not only make up who she is but might exist in her constellation. Though they are dead, they are here. She shivers at the notion.