Night Walking (part 7)

“What?” Phil asked, feeling more tired now than ever. This wasn’t going as he’d planned, though truly, he wasn’t sure what he wanted from this girl.

She held the box out so he had to either take it or back away. Adrenalin surged through Phil’s chest and he groaned as he took the box and lifted the lid. In one corner was a used paper towel, and in lying in the middle was an opossum who looked up at him and did its best to hiss, but it was weak. It wouldn’t make it much longer without some intervention.

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