Holly
HOLLY — a yellow labrador One day you'll say your childhood dog’s name and it will sound a bit odd, flat , as if it were someone else’s pet who wandered its way like a hair into your mouth. You haven’t thought about her much the past few years, but still, you didn’t expect she’d just disappear like that. The scary part isn’t that she’s gone— you loved her, but it’s a given dogs will run away, true to their nature. What haunts you, rather, is the crowd of other constancies milling about your house, the question of which will slip out next if you forget and leave the door open, even just a crack. The girl lying next to you? The name of your homeroom teacher? The drive home, those turns you know in your bones? And then what really troubles you is how you’ll go on living without them around anymore, how you might even do just fine at it.
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