Slipping the 357-page manuscript into an envelope for the publisher, I noticed it felt different and, flipping through the pages, found 326 to 352 missing.
Frenzied, I stripped my desktop clean searching for the crux of my story. And then I heard it--tearing of paper in the next room.
Full of dread, I peered through the doorway.
The dog rolled in a scatter of confetti decorated in 12 point Times New Roman, page 350 soaked in slobber and dangling from his mouth.