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Author:Bury the Lead (epub) [Lead, Bury the]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-10-15T20:08:17+00:00

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I’d forgotten to lock the front door again. That was not a good sign. There are certain things we do by rote, that haven’t required deliberate thought for decades. Things like shifting left or right when approaching another pedestrian, turning on the lights when you walk into a room, blowing on your coffee before taking that first sip, stopping at a red light. Locking the front door.

Max had been in the paper again. Max was a blue heeler whose owner had taken out a very expensive, full-color, three-inch ad in the lost section.

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I wondered about the owner. He wasn’t local―that ad had been in one of the Grand Junction papers I’d picked up. I’d been curious enough the first time I spotted it to consider calling the owner to see if Max had been returned yet. That was three weeks ago, and the same ad had run in this week’s edition. So apparently not.

Blue heelers are a dime a dozen in Colorado. I would have loved to know the story behind that ad. Obviously the owner loved and prized his or her dog dearly, but somehow the animal still got lost. Most of the time animals get lost in the middle of some sort of transition―a move, a camping trip, something like that. Dogs do jump fences, but that is usually no more than run-of-the-mill misbehavior. They’re not actually trying to run away from home. However this Max had gotten lost, his owner was willing to take a serious financial hit to get him back.

What would become of the owner if no one brought Max back? If he never turned up? Would the owner get another dog? Would it be a blue heeler?

So. Unlocked front door.

The brain functions on automatic more than we like to acknowledge. It’s how we drove to work without ever seeing a stoplight or a street sign. It’s how we managed to walk home blind drunk. It’s how we survived the sheer drudgery of breathing.

Once the brain becomes so overloaded with manual functions that it short-circuits the automatic functions, it’s time to pay attention.

It’s like a twitch of the brain. Pay attention.

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I did lock the door behind me. Home invasion wasn’t an issue in Brisby. The occasional armed robbery usually turned out to be the consequence of a drug deal gone bad, and even that was pretty rare. It’s the principle of the thing. I always locked my door. Like I always brushed my hair or zipped my fly. I didn’t want those to be the next things I forgot to do. Lately it seemed like I was clinging to the edges of my mind while a cyclone tried to wrench it away.

I walked across the living room in the dark, dropping my messenger bag on the couch. I passed our bedroom door―my bedroom door, now―to reach the second bedroom.

Pausing, I leaned my forehead on the closed door.

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