Calm before the storm
Lightning, tearing through the night. My sight is overwhelmed, suddenly, briefly. I should be afraid, but oddly, I’m not. I look at her, she returns my gaze. ‘I don’t like this,’ she looks at me, ‘take me home.’ But we can’t. Not yet. There are things we must do. She shivers. Another bolt sears through the skies. I put my hand on her neck to calm her. She is trembling. I hear my name, it’s time.
As I step into the light, he frowns at my dog. ‘You can’t bring that in here.’ He says and hands me my pizza.
