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the mole woman
the mole woman In the middle of the night, she woke up, heart thumping and wondered where she was. Sometimes it would take minutes before she could remember that she was in her bed, in her apartment, in a place called Davis Square. The cold nose of her pressed into her hand and his quiet huffing helped her ground herself as she stood and went to pee. He followed her as he followed her everywhere and her hand ruffled his ears as she shuffled back to bed and climbed in, pulling the old quilt up over her then patting the bed so he knew to join her. His landing was soft for a big and he settled quickly, his head on her hip, her hand on his back. The night still night. Hours left before light. The mole woman who lived across the hall peered at her through the cracked door watching her leave in the morning before she stepped across the hall and getting down on her knees stuffed something under the apartment door, quickly scuttling back and locking herself back inside her mole lair. At 6, she arrived back home with a bag of groceries. Nodding to the mole woman, she unlocked her door and slid inside. Her ran to greet her and she snapped on the lead, filling her pickets with treats. As they moved back towards the door she spotted the envelope on the floor, picked it up and tossed it on the sofa. Later. The park was filled with pups and for an hour, it was only about wrestling, running and being one with the wind. People really didn’t matter; they knew the dogs’ names, not each other’s and chatted easily about nothing at all while smiling at the joy surrounding them. The amble back home included a short stop to pick up milk so it was only as they turned the corner that she saw the churning lights of the police cars, and the smoke billowing from the building. She turned slowly away and walked with the back the way they had come. In the papers the next morning, the reports said the fire was caused by electrical wiring and an older women on the second floor had died inside. The building had burned to the ground. Her new apartment was small but they allowed dogs. That was important. You cannot conceive the many without the one. |
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