Published in The Dalhousie Review Vol 96, No 2 (2016)
On the day Maddie died, we ate toast. We went for a walk along the muddy
riverbank with Ramon, my brother’s dog, a wild brindle boxer that Maddie adored.
The sky was shiny and irresistible, like a bright blue marble, with thin wisps of
white clouds swirled through the glass. Maddie lost her first baby tooth that day,
the bottom left.
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