The landlord's dogs were missing. It seemed odd to me. When the landlord had been building the house downstairs, his previous dog had gone missing. Now he was building the kiosk and the three new dogs had gone missing.
I went to church that morning. I was troubled and lonely. I came home and made lunch. I fed the cat. I slept. I read. I checked my email. I went outside to the porch.
A flower from the garden was in a vase on my kitchen counter. An orange lily with three blooms and one bud. I thought of my friend. I had not seen her to say good-bye.
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