He shooed the dog away, but Sheru kept coming back. He made a mental note to get rid of Sheru for good. It was a chilly night. His footpath bed behind the nightclub barely kept him warm.
Three. Two. One. Happy New Year.
The loud cheers woke him up.
He pulled Sheru inside the blanket.
(a short story, written Jan 2020)
Published on June 24, 2020 04:27