I was at Micalanne’s, in the evening. We are watching a performance of a man and lady playing guitars, with the man’s wife playing a piano behind them a few feet. She then came up to the microphone, and started singing. I said something like, “Of course”, because of the country she was from. After, I started getting sad, from missing Kyle, so decided to walk outside. Her house was in a slight curve of the street. There was a black dog standing at the beginning of the house next door, or couple doors down, facing the house, watching me. … Continue reading Not Knowing I Had Been Calling