The weather channel said it would be overcast and muggy, and Coyote tried to summon a laugh as he thought it was making a forecast for his last couple days. The one that bubbled up was insincere. He twisted a pair of socks together and then pulled them apart. They didn’t quite match. Dark blue to black. If someone else was around, he thought, they might say that would describe him as well.
It was late when he woke up. Coyote lifted his head from the pile of folded t-shirts and went to the window. The sky had cleared some.
Prompt courtesy of The Daily Post.