His unconscious sister on the floor, an emaciated mutt giving him the eye, and discreet piles of shit everywhere. Time to save the dog.
* title of Crooked Fingers song
fiction
Learning to fly
It is widely believed that angels have no skin, and the hearts of robots are twice the size of dogs. All improbable outcomes have occurred, and though it is very cold, so cold our skin falls off in sheets, our hearts alight in the dark.
Marcelle Heath 