Tag: Walking

• The Hour

  Somewhere in the night, a creature, probably a cat though it may have been something else, yowled. It was followed shortly by the sound of metal trash cans falling over and their contents spilling out. Silence took a moment to reassert itself and then everything was still once more. It was the hour between, in…

  July 5, 2021

  Short Story

  Fog, Night, No one else knows, Solitude, Walking