By James Lowder
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The trees were like tall skeletons with too many bones. Leaves skittered across the road, scratching at the asphalt. A dog barked a few streets over. At least, it sounded like a dog. A good old red-blooded, living and breathing turd factory. Never hurt nobody, most likely. He walked into the scraggly yard, reluctant to leave the cone of the last streetlight. He thought about going up the street and cutting across the other end of the yard, but that way was scary, too. The autumn forest hovered on every side.
Andy looked up and saw that the girl and the man in fatigues had stacked all the canned food atop one of the tables. The man in fatigues aimed his gun at the door. ” he shouted. “S’Earl,” the reply came. Fatigues unbolted the lock. “Come on in, Earl. ” Two new people entered the room—a skinny guy with wild hair and glasses, followed by a harried-looking, motherly woman. ” the skinny guy, Earl, asked. “New boyfriend,” Fatigues said, jerking his thumb at the girl. “Asshole,” the girl said. ” the new woman cried.
It was the sound the cats had made when they wanted to be let in. Dexter’s mom wanted them out of the house, because of the hairballs and the stains they left in the corners. But Dexter always let them in at night to curl on top of the blankets at his feet. At least for a week or so, until he got tired of them. He didn’t have any cats now, so it couldn’t be a cat at the window. Dexter pulled the blankets up to his eyes. Something bumped against the glass, moist and dull, like a nose. The Hounds of Love 47 No no no not a nose.