Pale Carnations -ch.4 Up.5- -mutt Jeff- -

“That’s you,” Jeff muttered to himself. “Mutt Jeff.”

He crushed the cigarette under his heel and tucked the carnation back into his pocket. The stray dog had moved on, disappearing into the mouth of a storm drain. Jeff wondered if it had found a place to curl up, or if it was still running, still looking for something it couldn’t name. Pale Carnations -Ch.4 Up.5- -Mutt Jeff-

The pale carnation pressed against his heart like a promise. “That’s you,” Jeff muttered to himself

The rain had stopped sometime before dawn, but the streets of the Bottoms still glistened like something slick and unwholesome had been washed to the surface. Jeff stood outside the chain-link fence of the old rail yard, watching a stray dog worry a piece of discarded leather. The animal’s ribs showed through its patchy coat, but its eyes were bright—feral and undefeated. Jeff wondered if it had found a place