The Ride to Work (Otherwise Untitled)
#92 of Short Stories
A coyote rides to work, in a crisp dawn.
~ The morning's blending of the last wisps of Winter chill and flat dampness of Spring's dour slammed into the coyote's face as he turned down the town's main road. A stubbornly rising sun flickered against the horizon, putting a bit more urgency into the rhythm of his pedaling. The impending oversight of the day's light always made him a bit more mindful of his paces. The wrinkles of his uniform fading away, the coyote smiled.