It was the tiniest tickling on the bottom of
her foot, not all the time, just every once in a while.
And it only
happened when she was in the shower, like something was reaching up from under
the slats of the teak shower mat.
Of course, that was
crazy. Nothing could live under there.
Her dog glared at
the shower mat off and on all day, but she had told him to “leave it alone”, so
he did, choosing instead to unroll the toilet paper, cascading it through the
house like unruly teenagers after a high school football game.
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