It was cold but sunny. The sidewalk was clear but for little slicks, black ice. The dog took his time, grateful for the day’s second walk. She didn’t mind him sniffing every tree, it felt like patience and nature and time well spent.
The footsteps were heavy behind her. Thumping hard. She turned to see. A stranger in a white sweatshirt waving his arms. “Hello! Hello!”
She stepped on to the grass to let him pass but he stopped short a few feet away. “Are you mad at me?” he yelled. “No, of course not,” she answered, crossing the street.