I was driving behind a convertible with a dog in the passenger seat: ears all a-flap, sun-warmed black fur, nervous bumblebees of eyebrows tilting to and fro. I miss having a dog. I miss smiling at dogs without being self-conscious about smiling at dogs.
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Fiction writer. Public librarian. Online diarist since 1998. Gamer since birth. Partner to @FunkyPlaid. Always writing things down with nice pens. She/her. View all posts by Halsted M. Bernard