Something is missing. No, not something. Someone. So many humans around but she never loses sight of me.
Eloise mutters words lost in the noise. I may not understand her stories but I like to listen just the same.
I know wind. I can smell all kinds of things carried by the wind. And tonight, what I smell is bad. Eloise follows my gaze. Running feet. Shouting.
Death is always easy to smell because it lingers. Life, moves on. Later, I sleep under the desk while Eloise types. Her books fall open on gods and monsters with too many heads.
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This was so good! I am excited to read more Rocky stories!