Laurel

Rental; animal lover; 215-6898. I walked to the front door, wondering if I was expected to provide a cat. A pony across the creek neighed before going back to his meal. I laughed and couldn’t stop. “You’ll do,” the woman said. That night I stood in the middle of the kitchen, savoring the silence. Only, it wasn’t; my new neighbor was snorting. In spite of the evening’s chill, I threw open the door and invited him in.