Callahan
My head throbs in the too-bright sun as I stand on the beach drinking coffee while Cerberus plays in the waves. I need to make some calls today.
Organize our impromptu wedding.
Cerberus runs back to me wind whips my face. It's a brisk morning. He drops the ball I've been tossing for him at my feet and lays down, ready for more.
"You're quite the guard dog, you know," I tell him, picking up the ball and throwing it into the waves.
He charges after it and I watch. I love that dog. I love his innocence. The honesty of his existence.
My arm aches. It's the same one the doctor reset yesterday. I peel back my shirt to glance at the tattoo.
Why I thought I could write a name in script no less at that angle while drunk is honestly beyond me. I shake my head at myself and finish my
