MIKE
“Don’t be sad,” I mumbled to my goat, Charlie.
Charlie munched his grass in response. I knew I was projecting my feelings to him. I was incredibly sad, and I believed it hard a lot to do with Maya. I didn’t understand why she couldn’t feel the connection that we shared.
She just went about with that i***t. I’m not even sure she knows his true reality. He was good at subtlety, and I had no idea how to tell her the truth. It was evident that she wouldn’t believe me if that were to happen.
“She is quite a handful, isn’t she?” I queried.
Charlie chewed his grass even more. I took that as his sign of acceptance. Of course, he would accept everything I said. He didn’t have a choice. I was the one who took care of him, and not Maya.
The thought made me smile, and I went about my work d
