Gram's bowling ball is missing. Her granddaughter tries to solve the mystery over dinner. (This was my entry into the 2021 NYC Midnight Short Story Competition.)
Two Saturdays ago, our schedules changed abruptly. We got a 3 year old Airedale Terrier named Charlie Brown. He's been a jumping, wriggling, bounding, bundle of fun - and my glasses will never be clean again. After losing The Jasmanian Devil a year ago, The Goat and I had fallen into a less regimented schedule, … Continue reading I’ll let the dog out.