
Nocturnal
February 22, 2008Never mind the wife, the kids, the dog. After she first saw him, it seemed like she had been put in his way for a good reason.
He didn’t ask for much the nights they were together, but didn’t offer much, either. At the time, it seemed enough. She ate underneath his table, hiding from the light like a fox. At night, she crept out, curled around him as she could, then retreated again to where he could no longer find her.
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