The brief pet

He’d only gone out to buy some bread. It was an ordinary Saturday, neither cold nor hot, lots of cloud, little music. It was about three in the afternoon.

He came back with a giant tortoise. Sally was confused, and understandably; he’d only gone out to buy bread. He would not tell her where he had found the tortoise, but he showed her the crumbs in his Hessian carrier. The tortoise had eaten the sourdough rolls.

It sat under their kitchen table, munching lettuce in slow-mo, for nearly two weeks. Then Sally came home from work and it had gone.

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