What can YOU say in six sentences?
The air is gray and the wind has started. It lifts and twists the blinds on the porch like banners on a Chinese pavilion. She stands in the middle of the yard at eleven o’clock, in sour pajamas and holding a coffee mug, trying to convince a little dog to squat. Lifting his leg and pretending to pee on a picnic table is all he will do. Leaves are winding their way down onto the grass, as if threaded like beads. They run back into the house as the big drops start, where he will lie on his back with his head in the crook of her arm. He will sleep through the storm, his belly soft and warm, his feet flexed and furry, like a rabbit’s.