I have to do so much today. It's kind of ridiculous. My knees ache. So instead of doing what it is I need to do, I am going to tell you a short-short story. Here I go... Orange sunlight crept in from the edges of the kitchen. Earlier that morning, rain drummed violently upon the roof, filling beer cans left outside from three days before when celebration seemed the right thing to do for a woman who had disappeared. A long haired man pulled a sweater over his head and removed the boots from his feet. Most people called her Beth. He gulped down his tepid coffee and wrote a letter to his cousin. Others referred to her as Sidney. He turned the hot nozzle to the right and closed the shower curtain. She would answer to anything with a curt nod and a wobbly step. He hummed to drown her voice out and rinsed shampoo from his beard. At most parties she would linger like dust while others crawled home or passed out in reclining chairs. He covered her cool body in feathers and cotton then turned on the talk radio station. She would press her hands together and pray for morning to come faster for the darkness made her think about dreams and all their furious consequences. He lit a cigarette and listened to the wolves draw near.