A Dog Ran Down the Highway
Words By Kim Chinquee, Art By Ejiwa Ebenebe
He came in from work, carrying firewood. He smelled like the string cheese I put in his lunches. I packed a lunch for him every single day, after cooking him oatmeal for breakfast. I prepared dinner, too.
I also had a career. It was a super long drive, which wasn’t exactly a picnic.
He put down the wood and bit my neck. He grabbed my boob and felt it.
The record player I’d just unpacked was broken and behind us.
What are you doing? I said.
Molesting you, he said.
Oh, no. I said. You’re not.