Alan Gold lives in Texas. His novels, Stress Test and The White Buffalo, are available, like everything else in the world, on amazon.
Honey, Come Home!
If we'd had a Halo Collar back in the day, I wouldn't be able to write the story I'm about to tell. You might think that a dog that had lost the use of her back legs, who had to be carried outside just to do her business, wouldn't have much need for a fence, either electronic or physical.
The Year of the Nuts
We called it the Year of the Nuts. Maybe the heavy spring rains caused it. Maybe it was a summer that was mild enough to make Texas seem like a nice place to be. Maybe some other fluke of weather, magic or botany beyond my comprehension came into play. Bottom line is the nuts came down hard that fall.
The Quiet Race
Bob never said anything when Wade turned up the pace half a notch. Neither did Wade. Each struggled to keep his breathing quiet and steady, to hide the mounting strain. When it was over and Bob lowered his head, as if studying the V-shaped pattern of sweat that darkened his shirt, Wade said, "That was good. About eight minutes."
Stress Test Ch. 42
Death had a lot in common with the surveys Sandy worked with at ATI. Both caught people off guard and gave a slender moment an importance it would have lacked without the intrusion. ATI extracted opinions from thousands of people and then peddled the results as if they held an eternal truth.
Stress Test Ch. 41
Kids knew a lot more about the world than Sandy did in her day, so Saury had no trouble adapting to a fierce-looking dog twice his size. He hugged Suvi around the neck, bared his own teeth and pulled back the dog's gums for the camera. For the rest of the day, he paraded around with his upper lip tucked behind the bottom row of baby teeth, saying "Rrrrhhhh. Rrrrhhhh."
Stress Test Ch. 40
Billey opened his eyes when the rhythm changed. He stretched the kinks out of his arms and legs. He'd slept all curled up like a dog to keep himself warm without a blanket. He smelled old wood and hot grease as he felt the pockmarks the rough floor had left in his cheek.