RACHEAL ANNE CAHN

A Shelf with No Name

A Shelf with No Name How long can you live off the excuses you make for others? The thought passed through her mind as she held the duffle bag in one hand, the strap cradled in loose fingers. She stood between the wall and her bed, gaping out into the yard through the window. The yard where her dogs chased each other around, yapping and sneezing as they fought, tails wagging, drool flying. Their snarls and sneezes were a comfort and a dagger to her soul.