Or at least it looked like one. A kitten, from its height. Unlikely a chihuahua’ll be on the loose. Crab apple-sized head, and legs were too long to be an opossum’s when it darted out into the inside lane on Normandie, eyes in my headlights. My reflexes aren’t what they used to be, and 4000 lbs. is hard to swerve in, so there was a bumping sound which wasn’t the car next to me. But how is an insurance deductible measured against the taking of a life?
I circled back on the busy street and frustrated traffic behind me until I spotted the crooked carcass lying right on the paint in the middle. No room to stop, so there’ll be no burial except in the cemetery of my mind. (Occupied mainly by ghosts, that.) My highest victim in the animal kingdom above the armadillo that liquified against my fender guard one night out in unincorporated Westheimer with Ron Giveon.
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