Kevin

 

 She’d promised to take him home with her, the giant slug on the rental patio.

His name was Kevin, and she saw him every night when she called her husband at home in Texas.

But on the night before they left, Kevin was not on the patio. She looked under leaves and behind vines, but he was not there.

They left California the next morning, and she thought about Kevin all the way home.

Two years later, on her farm in Texas, something on the ground caught her eye.

Looking down, she squawked, “Kevin???”

Kevin was exhausted, and not amused.