Lost & Found

We were out for our before bed pee walk. As usual, Stanley was trailing a half block behind Toby and me. I hate the dark and the cold so we were moving at our usual brisk pace thus I was surprised when Stanley suddenly appeared at my shoulder. “Hey,” he said, “There’s someone sitting on the curb back there crying.”

I turned to look back at the corner, could make out a huddled black form and on the still chilly air, I could hear sobbing. Toby was pulling at his leash so we walked on, turning to look back every few feet, the sound of crying falling around us like rain. Finally I stopped and asked, “Do you think we should go back and check on them?”

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