Saturday, October 17, 2009

There is someone in the hall. A woman's voice. She is asking after someone who no longer lives here. She is convinced they no longer live here.

Outside a dog is barking. These are not absent barks, but the kind you hear when something is found, cornered, trapped.

No one is listening because the barking has gone on all day. Ruff, ruff, ruff, like a board being planed.

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