Travis

When I phoned my dog sitter at 11PM from the train station she told me Travis had run away that day. I took a cab and as we climbed the hill I heard a thump under the rear wheels.

"He'll be okay," the driver said. Whatever it was, I knew it wasn't true but all I could think about was Travis.

I paid the driver and climbed my tenement stairs. Travis was sitting in the hallway at my door as if he had known which day I was returning. He had miraculously navigated the city without getting hurt.