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State of the Whirled

Callie stopped attempting to read the message in the excrement. She’d hitchhiked without shoes before. She wrapped the sandals in pink cloth for someone to find, crossed the highway and looked back. The dog lifted his leg over the gift.

‘So that’s the way, it is?’

‘That’s the way it’s always been’, the dog countered.

 

Holly St Clair.