SG Mackenzie

Bull-Headed

The setting sun shone brightly through the windows of the fifth-floor apartment, bathing the interior in golden light. A chubby bulldog dozed on the couch, exhausted from a busy day of dozing on the couch. Around him, a young woman moved steadily, preparing for her night out. Ariadne hummed to herself, the smile on her lips evidence of the excitement she felt. She knew tonight was going to be a wonderful night. She took one long last look in the mirror, breathed deeply, and headed for the door.