Nulla dies sine linea. Four sentences every day. About whatever happened that day. Most of it's even true. Written by Scott Lee Williams
Friday, December 6, 2019
I Know Them Feels
They let dogs in my store. One of them walks by, and, as it passes, a woman sitting on a couch waiting for someone to bring her shoes sees the dog right after it passes, and stretches out her hand longingly, like someone reaching out dramatically for a passing ship upon which her lover sails for distant shores, never to return.
She catches me watching her and sits up straighter, only barely attempting to conceal her unrequited love for a passing dog.
“You must know my wife,” I say seriously with a nod.