Nulla dies sine linea. Four sentences every day. About whatever happened that day. Most of it's even true. Written by Scott Lee Williams
Sunday, July 1, 2018
Those We Love
The heat is clearly getting to everyone, even if the train is air-conditioned, and people are just sort of barely tolerating one another in such close proximity, so I’m not exactly surprised when a woman makes a loud, startled, angry noise, and I look up from where I’m standing to see a pleasant, soft-eyed dog wearing a muzzle dance away behind his owner from a seated woman giving him the evil eye for having gotten just a little too close.
“Some people don’t like dogs,” Katie says with a shrug.
“Sure,” I say, “but touch my dog and I’ll end your fucking life.”
“Touch my dog and I’ll end your fucking life,” Katie says, nodding.