Strays

Every thousand words or so, one will drag itself out of the muck and across the lawn, shake itself off on the front step, and beg to be let in. I haven’t turned one away yet. But I’ve been bitten by some. And that, my friend, explains the blood.


Update:
In the Forum: “She emptied the bottle; he ignored his slumbering dog. Before the door slammed, they were wondering what they should do to celebrate April Fool’s’ Day.”