For as long
as I’d known her, the dog had excitedly accepted ice cubes from me as an exotic
and decadent treat. But when she visited
me this time, something had changed.
Yes, it was clear that someone had gotten to her, and the magic of this
simple frozen snack had been stolen from us.
As the cube melted on the floor where she had, with uncharacteristic
disdain, dropped it, we sat in awkward silence, avoiding each other’s glances.
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