Big Bad

by Chandler Baker

“Sorry!” says the jogger over the dog’s hoarse woofing. “He’s the sweetest dog. He’d never hurt anyone, I swear.” Rachel gives the jogger a disapproving side-eye. “Seems like a delight.” She’s never had a dog, but it seems that everyone thinks their dog is the sweetest until it bites someone’s face off.

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When Harold breathes, it sounds like a lawn mower throttle of snot.

June tosses the onesie back into the box and continues to dig. “Why are they all blue, do you think?” “Why wouldn’t they be?” says Odie. “Because we’re girls. Obviously.” June likes words with lots of syllables. “Maybe you are,” Odie says. “I haven’t decided yet.”

The two men crumple to the ground with a groan, and it doesn’t feel cool, like an action movie, it feels like two middle-aged men with bad knees playing grab ass.

She’ll stay with her sister, no matter what. Even if it means they die.

Daddy looks scared. Odie never saw him scared, not even at the top of the biggest roller coaster at Hersheypark.