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Short Story: Animal Crackers (Preview)

Normally on Fridays I'm going to be posting poetry, but since I'll be posting a daily poem on April 1st, that seems like a bit of an overload. Here's a preview, just the opening snippet, of another short story I'm looking forward to sharing. Animal Crackers.

 

Something that was definitely not a leaf crunched under his foot when he stepped onto his front porch at 7 am. He wouldn’t have noticed it but for the cakey residue he could feel on the bottom of his sneaker. Owen scraped his foot on the edge of the step.That’s weird. It had been some kind of cracker. He never ate crackers of any kind on the porch. He never ate on the porch, period. He stared down the long empty lane squeezed by red topped maples. While squirrels and birds were making conversation, he stood alone, silent. He should get an apartment somewhere, he thought for the hundredth time. How many twenty-two year old guys live all alone on a huge plot of land, in a house their grandmother raised them in? He shook it off. The feeling generally passed pretty quickly, but the cracker’s presence had unsettled him. He wiped his glasses, fogged from the brisk Autumn air. No crackers had graced this porch for over eight years. And he could tell by the dense texture that this wasn’t your average saltine. This was an animal cracker. 

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