Nulla dies sine linea. Four sentences every day. About whatever happened that day. Most of it's even true. Written by Scott Lee Williams
Monday, September 13, 2021
The ancient pug in the dog stroller is promenaded about like a pudgy child emperor, her eyes half-slits of boredom, while her owner shops for shoes and occasionally harangues the salespeople. There is nothing in this world that can harm her in any way, that she knows of, and she is master of all she surveys.
"What's her name?" I ask solicitously, scratching this furry, undercooked soup dumpling behind the ears.
"Jezebel," her owner says proudly, and Jezebel lets out a phlegmy wheeze.