"Marked Territory" by Neal Litherland is a charming, gritty, noir dive into the world of New York City's streetwise animals.
I am adjusting to having finally found myself
The back of my head hit the wooden wall hard this time. He was mad. I tried not to smirk as he dug his fingers into my neck. If he felt me chuckling, I wouldn’t be in control anymore. He had a fire in his eyes…finally. I looked up at him through my lashes.
I used to get visited at night by something when I was a child.
As Allen took another drag from his Newport 100, he heard that noise again. He stopped in the middle of the sidewalk. Shielding his eyes from the summer sun, he looked around in earnest. There it was again. Was it coming from above him? It was some type of crying. He’d been walking for almost ten minutes down the left side of Willow road enjoying the warmness of the air and the occasional slight breeze that reminded him fall was on the way. He looked around the cookie cutter neighborhood where the houses were small but not that old yet. He remembered when this area was all woods, years ago when he used to play back here with the boys. Got into a couple fights back here too.