The kitten sinks its teeth into my leg for the millionth time.
It ignores me.
“I was gonna give you a cool name, but from now on you’ll be called Princess Fluffylumps the Third!”
The male kitten blinks.
“Don’t push me. Or the glittery pink collar is next.”
E.O. is making a first attempt at a humorous fiction novelette called Id/entity, which, if it doesn’t suck, might actually see the light someday on Amazon Kindle. If not, EO will probably make some nice origami, or a LOT of paper footballs.
My legs were jelly, heart pounding in my ears.
A car roared as a cyclist swerved, cutting off my exit. Everything stopped. A dead unison.
Then: phew! I was still alive. I released the harness, my fingers red and cramped. The guide dog traffic training was over. Good girl, Ellie!
Amy is a twenty-something Braille student who loves 80s movies, tea with honey, and odd socks. She lives with her guide dog, Ellie, who eats squeaky balls for dinner or breakfast. She blogs at blind-style.com and tweets as @braillesnail.
“Oh man… You got owned! And he took your girlfriend, too! What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to become a recluse for two years and teach myself advanced martial arts so I can rescue her and be a hero!”
“…True. I’ll just find a new girlfriend.”