Guarded Half Memories

Salmon thanked the driver and dragged his suitcases from the trunk to the front door. He opened in, andexhaled as though he’d hardly taken a breath during his week away.

“Hello?” he not quite shouted, suddenly convinced one of the countless misfortunes he’d imagined, had actually happened. But then, his dog ran toward him followed by the house-sitter.

“Good trip?”

“Oh, yeah, sure,” Salmon said, scratching the dog. “Was he any trouble?”

“None at all.”

Salmon nodded and asked how her week was.

“I looked through your records and books and I think I figured out a theme.”

“You did?”

 

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