Small Conceits

Musings. Stories. Poems. From where I stand.

Moon Dog

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Coyote: <panting> “Mom?”

Me: “Yes, Coyote?”

Coyote: “This part is hard.”

Me: “I wish I could make it easy for you.”

Coyote: “I don’t. It’s part of becoming something new. It’s just how it works.”

Me: “Is there anything I can do? To help?”

Coyote: “Can you rub my belly? You know, like you used to when I was scared?”

Me: “Of course.” <rubbing her belly> “Are you scared, baby girl?”

Coyote: “A little. But I have you and Bodhi. And Sachi will be waiting for me.” <pause> “Mom?”

Me: “Yes?”

Coyote: “Do you think I’ll sparkle? I mean, when I cross?”

Me: “I’m sure of it, Princess.”

Coyote: <closing her eyes and starting to drift off to sleep> “Good. And, by the way…”

Me: “Yes?”

Coyote: “I know that when you call me ‘Princess’ it isn’t a good thing.” <she sleeps>

Me: <to myself> “It is now.”

Author: Denise

I'm Denise. I believe that stories lurk in all the tiny moments that make up our everyday lives. They wait, curled into themselves, until someone finds them and jailbreaks them, leading them out into the light. And there's always a story.

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