June 13th, 2007

oh dear

are those sirens?

My husband called to say he was coming home for lunch unexpectedly. His voice was strange. When he arrived, he was carrying a paper bag-- gripping it in a fist. He'd pulled the car across the front lawn. The dogs sniffed at him then howled. Then he ate one of them.

I shut the front door and have barricaded it. I can hear him out there, stumbling around in the roses he's spent so much time cultivating.