She takes the U-Bahn across town to visit him where he is cat-sitting for friends. She carries a bag containing sunscreen, a T-shirt in case it gets warm, a book she fancies reading on the sofa while the cats drift from room to room.
Day: 17 January 2018
He was my husband, but I called him dog. When he returned from the woods each passing dawn, from wherever it is that wild things go, he would whimper and scratch at the door.