Good Girl
Daisy was all skin and bones, a wrinkled hot dog that had been left in the sun. Her eyes were misty and she was missing teeth and patches of fur. But you’d never know how old she was from the sound of her shrieking barks. I shot my hands to my ears and hurried to the door while her cries for help cascaded through my tiny apartment. “Sorry”, I said as I opened the door. “She’ll stop soo-” Tommy’s lips interrupted my apology. His salt-and-pepper stubble scratched against my face and Daisy’s barks melted away. He detached himself and brushed the hair out of my face. “I did say I’d kiss you first thing.” “Thought you’d at least say hi first.” “You know a better way to say hello?” Daisy let out a particularly piercing howl and I cupped my hands over my ears. Tommy was unp...