The Logic of Wolves

A short story

I was out in the mountains driving my convertible one night on some back roads that I didn’t know very well. I had to put the top up because the weather had become strange. I would say it was a dark rainy night and it was – at times. But the clouds were misty and low to the ground. The rain was light. Here and there the upper clouds parted, and you’d see the full moon shining down through the silver mist. I was not driving that fast, but I was probably a little distracted by the bizarre weather conditions and their beautiful atmospheric effects.

I saw a flash in the car headlights, felt a thump and heard a small yelp. Oh no! I’d hit something! It wasn’t a deer. A mix of pity and curiosity came over me as I slowed the car and pulled over.

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