A chicken bone that could have killed me. It was Texas winter: small flutters of snow and brief bursts of cold that rolled in and rarely lingered. We were walking and I was mindlessly listening to a podcast while you pulled me through the winding streets of a neighborhood I never lived in. I was waiting for someone to come back but wasn’t sure how long they had been gone. You were hungry and gobbled up a cooked chicken bone someone threw out onto the street.
5 short stories about dogs
5 short stories about dogs
5 short stories about dogs
A chicken bone that could have killed me. It was Texas winter: small flutters of snow and brief bursts of cold that rolled in and rarely lingered. We were walking and I was mindlessly listening to a podcast while you pulled me through the winding streets of a neighborhood I never lived in. I was waiting for someone to come back but wasn’t sure how long they had been gone. You were hungry and gobbled up a cooked chicken bone someone threw out onto the street.