Coyotes Stories

A floorboard creaked in the hallway but there was no footstep. And then he was there, standing in the doorway. With the hall light behind him he was just a big, naked silhouette in the frame, all edges and no detail, but she knew he was looking at her. She pulled the sheet up to her neck like it was getting cold. “What are you doing here, Mina?” “What do you mean?” she asked, knowing what he meant. He sighed the way he di...