They Told Me I Could Only Take One Dog Home Until I Saw What Happened When They Tried to Separate Them

Harold was not. The loss of him sat in a specific place in the house, near the fireplace, beside the blanket Margaret still kept there. She did not consider this sad, exactly. She considered it evidence of something real.

Some things leave a shape. Some things teach you more by ending than by continuing.

She had gone to the shelter to soften the silence.continue reading …