Category: Fiction

• Cerveza (A story)

  

  I “You know—I used to have a dog—before you came about—” The branches creaked under each of his floundering steps. He had once again lost his way and the plot, and, like an old horse mechanically returning home after forgetting where he was headed, launched into one his well-trod anecdotes. My ears were already splintering.…

  E.T.

  August 8, 2026

  Fiction

  Dogs