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Hi. I’m Megan.

I help creative, female-identifying business owners tell the ordinary stories of their extraordinary lives.

day 2

day 2

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pet is behaving strangely
aging clown


The fire crackles, spitting bits of kindling at the weathered gray dog collapsed at the feet of his master. The wind howls and the house creaks, and though nearly every room is draped in sheets, this room has light. This room has life. This room still has a last breath.

The master is nearly asleep, humming and mumbling a familiar tune while his faithful friend warms the toes peaking out from threadbare socks. Ears prick at certain phrases:
”dazzling display”
”daring attempts”
”amazing tricks”

Upon hearing his cue, the old mutt musters a bit of strength, lifts his head, and warbles his note on cue. Loving fingers give a rather bony scratch behind the dog’s ears as crackles die into embers and soft mumbling gives way to gentle snores.

Placing his head back upon his front paws, the dog recalls days of parties and travel, of resplendent guests and lavish dinners - more scraps than he might dared to have dream of before.

He cocks his head - that last creak. Someone. Someone is in the house. His old bones can feel it.

He attempts to wake his master with another soft warble but a different sound erupts:

LISTEN.

The old man startles awake, the blanket sliding off to reveal a tattered though still brightly striped costume. His eyes dart around the room, looking for the source of the command, and when they at last alight on the dog, they widen in fear.

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