Pale Carnations — -ch.4 Up.5- -mutt Jeff-

He crushed the cigarette under his heel and tucked the carnation back into his pocket. The stray dog had moved on, disappearing into the mouth of a storm drain. Jeff wondered if it had found a place to curl up, or if it was still running, still looking for something it couldn’t name.

“Yeah,” he said to the empty street. “Same.” Pale Carnations -Ch.4 Up.5- -Mutt Jeff-

“That’s you,” Jeff muttered to himself. “Mutt Jeff.” He crushed the cigarette under his heel and