Outfoxed and Overthought

A story about time slipping away

Zapruder-like photo quality of my soulmate lurking at the edge of the woods (author’s collection)

There’s this fox that lives in my neighborhood. I bet I’ve seen it more times than anyone else has because I look for it.

Most mornings I sit on my back porch having coffee. If I’m up and out there just before dawn, there’s a decent chance I’ll see it trot right past, presumably on its way back to its den after a night out carousing.