Pelt
by Caleb H.
· 12/12/2025
Published 12/12/2025 17:34
The hallway smells of bleach and tile.
I haven't seen a soul a while.
Then in the lobby, by the grate,
a golden dog began to wait.
His fur was matted from the storm.
He smelled of something damp and warm.
The steam was rising in the light.
It made the world feel almost right.