The House Was Too Quiet

When my godparents weren’t at home I’d let the stray dog, Bullet, into the house.

I also let the fox, Silver, in too, but he didn’t want to leave; he was just too fast for me to catch… so I lived with a fox in the laundry room for a day.


The apartment is too quiet now, but there are no forest animals to keep me company anymore.

Fuck this. I’m taking the bus into the city.

I imagine coming back home will be like riding with an Uber driver who doesn’t know where the fuck he’s going, so he keeps stopping every few blocks to see if he has it right.

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