The Fog Makes Everything Creepy

The fog halos the streetlights as the dog jigs sideways down the sidewalk for her last walk of the night. The streets are empty, except for this guy who crosses the street in the middle of the road to walk past me and doge.

My limbic system immediately goes on high alert, and I grab my keys and put on my mean face. The doge sniffs a tree unconcernedly as the man passes within a few feet of me on the otherwise uninhabited street, and we walk to the front door, unmolested.

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One year ago: Floating

Two years ago: First Impressions

Three years ago: Looks at Books

Four years ago: The Homestead Inside

Five years ago: Don't Look Now, But I Think We're Being Followed