A Handful of Roasted Cashews

by Tommy Paley

Photo by Jenn Kosar on Unsplash

He had grown up being told that his bark was worse than his bite. He had always resolved to change that one day. Harder than it sounds, though, what with that bark of his.

She often went out into her yard, lay on her back, gazed up at the clouds and wondered “why?” and “who?” and “clouds?”