It is night. My throat hurts. Outside it is very very cold. Cloaked in many layers, I walked Mabel and I shivered. The streets are empty, only a few hurried walkers going home. No one strolling and chatting on the phone, or having a leisurely cigarette. Mabel loves the cold. It makes her even more energetic than usual. She prances and looks for things to eat. I stand behind her, holding her leash.
About Me
- madabandon
- Brooklyn, New York, United States
- a musician/artist living in brooklyn with two l gray cats and an super-cute dog, writing about the trivial and the not-so-trivial, often sleep-deprived and benignly neurotic.
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