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Roz Levens

June 2020 Winner: Road Rage


Dog sat on a brown leather chair.

Faithfully, every evening, at 5:45, Muttley leaps up into the armchair and stares out of the window, ears pricked, waiting for Peter’s car.


I sigh, and pull the dog’s soft ears, remembering the police knocking on my door; the shock and incomprehension I felt. His Porsche had been run off the road, killing him outright. The blonde with him had survived against the odds.


I let her come to the funeral. We stood in joint, separate grief. Mourners supported me; blanked her.


I ruffle the sad dog’s coat.


“He’s not coming, Muttley. Never again.” I swallow. “I made sure of that.”


 

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