Night Walking (part 16)

It was late at night two weeks after the funeral when Phil released Henry into a nearby park. “Be healthy little guy, and stay away from the road,” he called, taking a video with his camera. Henry scampered into a thicket of salal without a backwards glance. Wiping unexpected tears from his eyes, Phil reached

Night Walking (part 14)

That night he couldn’t sleep. He slipped out of bed and got dressed to go outside. He had intended to just go sit out on the front steps, but his feet took him down the street as his mind went over the night’s events again. Tammy had felt like their experiment hadn’t worked. The small

Night Walking (part 13)

The next night, Phil asked Sandy if Tammy could go with him to the hospital. After Patty agreed to watch the two little sisters so Sandy and her boyfriend could go out, she agreed. Tammy insisted on holding the shoebox with Henry inside as they made their way to the hospital’s fifth floor, and his

Night Walking (part 12)

The next day, Tammy got a ride after school with Phil to the vet clinic he worked at. He showed her how to clean the opossum’s crate and how and what to feed it. He let her take as many photos as she wanted on his phone, and brought her back to her apartment in

Night Walking (part 11)

“Good God what now?” Patty lamented as a loud knock sounded at their front door. “Probably Tammy,” Phil said, wiping pizza sauce from his chin. “I asked her to ask her mom and come help me feed the opossum.” “That doesn’t sound like a little girl knock,” Patty said as he put his hand on

Night Walking (part 10)

“Mister?” Tammy tugged on his shirt sleeve. “You okay?” He stared at the skinny opossum in the box as an idea formed, and looked at Tammy. “Do you want to help me save this little guy?” “Yeah!” Tammy smiled. Phil nodded, smiling, too. “We’ll bring photos to my Mother, let her know that the opossum

Night Walking (part 9)

“But,” he began, wondering how this little girl knew so much more about his own mother than he did. “Why did she, I mean why was she out at that time?” “Why?” Phil nodded. “Why was she out walking in the middle of the morning?” Tammy shrugged. “Looking for something to save, maybe?” Phil nearly

Night Walking (part 8)

“She wanted me to save them,” the girl cried, “but these two died while I was at school.” She lifted the used paper towel to show two dead baby opossums. “And I don’t know how to save this one.” “Okay, okay,” Phil said, clumsily patting her shoulder. “What’s your name?” “Tammy.” “Okay, Tammy, it’s okay.”

Night Walking (part 3)

Tammy ran barefoot to the old lady, curiosity mingled deliciously with fear,  and nearly screamed when the old lady reached a trembling, gnarled hand toward her. She was holding something. Tammy leaned forward, squinting, at the squirming thing in the old lady’s hand. The old lady’s arm shook. Her eyes were open, staring hard at