I heard a dog barking
every night for a week. I couldn't sleep. I decided to confront the dogs owner about
the noise.
I walked to Hillary’s
home. It was surrounded by a high fence, so I rang her security people to let
me in. As I stood on the porch I heard lots of talking coming from inside the
main house. Heavy curtains kept me from seeing anyone.
After a long bit of
waiting the door edged open and Hillary stepped out to meet me. The door then
sprung closed firmly behind her. She did not invite me inside. There was no
seating on the porch. We didn't have drinks.
We stood and talked. I
gave her my complaint, and then suggested some possible remedies. She smiled,
thanked me and, cracking open the front door, disappeared into the house. I
heard talking as I walk away. I didn't recognize any of the voices.
A week later, I met her
on the street. She smiled, walked past me quickly and disappeared.
The fucking dog is still barking.
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