dirty sand

[Ryan de le Poer]

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SOMEWHERE THERE'S A CRACK IN THE SIDEWALK
BIGGER THAN THE SHADOW OF DEATH IN THIS TOWN

She was slightly surprised to find a friendly response in this stranger. She hadn’t come across many other canines since she left her mother’s body near that cave, but within these past few days, her sense of smell had been bombarded with coyotes and wolves. She had spoken to a handful, and so far, no one had been overly hostile. In fact, she had begun to enjoy their company.



His comment made her realize that it was already nearing the end of August. Soon winter would be upon them and hopefully Ryan would establish a place to stay by then. She wasn’t necessarily looking for a pack, since she had been a loner all her life, but maybe a place like a cave where she could try to keep out of the bad weather. Well, maybe not a cave. That had the potential to bring about unnecessary memories.



"Asphyxia? Sorry, don’t know the name," Ryan replied as she circled both arms on either side of her to remain a float. She had plenty of stamina to keep her above water for now, but she knew she would get tired after some time without resting her limbs. "I’m not really from around here." Looking into his eyes was almost like looking at her mother - they had some comfort behind them. "The name is Ryan," she added, bobbing as another wave brushed by them.

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