Cats and Cars
by Caleb Foreman
"What do you mean you didn't see the dog??"
"It was a black dog,
it's dark out, and it's a big truck, there was no way I could've seen him!"
"I can't believe you killed him!"
"Oh, because I totally did it on purpose! You know I loved that dog!"
They continued shouting at each other as they stormed back into the house, her arms occupied with the squirming child, his with the luggage from their recently postponed vacation and the now deceased dog.
"You still came flying out of the driveway! Maybe if you had been going slower you wouldn't have hit him!"
"For me to have been going any slower, the car would have had to be in park."
He threw his loads down and stopped yelling as he poured himself a drink.
"Oh now you're being smart with me?"
She was still yelling, but as her yelling had made the child cry, she put him down to play with his toys. He picked up the string to his tiny train, cooing, and began to walk around the coffee table in the middle of the room, using it