A railroad track runs between the street I live on and the highway. The tracks are raised up so the trains can still run even if town's underwater.
The other day I was out with the dogs when a car going by on the highway slowed down and honked.
Kind of unusual.
I didn't recognize the car, so I assumed maybe it was somebody who knows my husband, the mayor of our little Mayberry.
Then the next car to go by slowed down and honked, too. They even swerved a little in my direction.
The next car also honked.
By then I'd followed the dogs farther down the street.
Just slightly uphill from my house, where I could see over the top of the railroad tracks.
That was when I realized I wasn't suddenly the most popular girl in class.
No, there was a big black dog eating a buffet of roadkill on the side of the highway.
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