My Neighbor

Almost to the end of my jog, my neighbor stepped from her front door out onto her lawn, and sent me a non-verbal apology for meeting my gaze. She put the miniature dog she was holding onto the lawn and it immediately darted to the far end of the yard, thankfully away from me. “Honey… Honey… Honey, come here. Come here Honey.” The expression on the dogs face said, “You are nothing to me…” As I passed the end of their yard, the women was running to the dog as her unending, useless pleas faded into my lasting memory.

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