from Barely South Review

The Offseason

I lived with a dog and a cat, neither of whom belonged to me. Jake was a lovable dope and a roamer who had probably impregnated every fertile bitch within eight miles of the place and came home stinking of the marsh and who knew what else. Yin was a young she-devil with crazy eyes who would slip out at night and wake me before dawn by mewing at my bedroom window. Read the full story