Tale #122: The Dogs

There’s a reason I don’t go out there on nights like these.

Listen! You can hear them, can’t you? Streaming down from the hills and out of the woods, running through the streets, the dirty dogs, those mongrel wolves. A great big howling pack of them, chasing the foxes and the sheep, the chickens and rabbits. The cats and the crows. The fearless, the fearful.

And on moonlit nights like tonight, my sister runs with them and they do as she says.



1. Written in February 2020


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