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The streetlights hung low. Narcissus on the edge of the pond. I drove. A coyote stood in the middle of the two lanes. I drove past. It didn’t move.
I slowed and turned back. I parked on the side and walked in darkness. It didn’t move.
“What are you doing out here?” I asked.
“I am caught between two paths,” the coyote said.
“That’s every moment.”
“Not for a coyote.”
“What do you plan to do?” I asked.
“I’m not sure.”
Headlights shot out over the road. I walked back. The car barely missed the coyote. It didn’t move.