local to local
Gun shots in Two Dot and I don’t like my town very much right now. I see someone roaming around with a shotgun and another following with a black plastic bag. They can only be after Judy and Mary’s abandon cats. I don’t like myself very much right now either, because I am sitting here writing and letting it happen. I think I know who is driving this effort. Why is there always an unsavory neighbor? And I have to ask, how am I unsavory as well with my timid passivity covered in the shade of my cottonwood with field glass surveillance.