Lullaby

They were still in the doorway behind the theater after the movie. He grabbed my hand as I passed. The streetlight shone down so I had no choice but to look at his face, wide-open, like he never learned people don’t want to see that far into you. I pulled my hand back. His dog looked up from her bone. Her feelings were right there too in her eyes, open, trusting. Dogs are like that.

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