Cold Dogs and Mad Kids

Fiction

The wind was making the gutters squeal like a wounded animal.

It wasn’t snowing, but enough white crap was blowing off trees and roofs that Peri had no desire to leave the house.

But she needed tampons and wanted a lemon-lime CBD seltzer, so she pulled on her parka and got in the car.

The puddles on the edges of the street were just starting to get an ice crust.

Anton and his friends were riding their bikes out here somewhere in the chill and bluster. Peri remembered being impervious to the weather when she was a kid too.

Peri made a left at Greenfield and saw Anton’s bike in a bush. Unmistakeable. Hi-Viz green with some black spray paint on the back rim and a Devious Ones band sticker on the front rim.