All Dogs

by Jeffrey Landon

Late that night, while Dana slept, Hank watched a black-and-white movie about flying saucers abducting all the dogs of America. It was a stupid movie, but he liked the one scene where one by one, all those dogs filled the sky until all you could see from the ground was dog. They didn’t bark or wag their tales. They wriggled through chimneys. People gathered on front lawns in bathrobes and pajamas or nearly naked to wave goodbye to their animals. “Good boy,” they said, “good girl,” and then everything got quiet and all the people walked inside alone.


Jeffrey Landon lives in Richmond, Virginia. His stories have been published in Crazyhorse, Smokelong, Another Chicago Magazine, Wigleaf, Phoebe, Quick Fiction, and the flash fiction collections Emily Avenue and Truck Dance.