Sally Mae heard the cars rolling up the long driveway. She pricked her ears, remembering they’d promised her a treat when they returned. She heard her tail thumping against the floorboards, and noticed it made a hollow, ringing sound.
Realizing he’d run out of water at least a day before making the Oasis, Bingo eyed the sun. He felt the heat pelting against his skin, and knew he’d never make it that far.
Phyllis heard the gargle in the camel’s throat and tensed. She knew camels could spit long distances, and realized she stood well within the thing’s range. She smelled his musty coat along with his rage, noticing how each bellow shook the shaggy places along his edges. Realizing it was futile, she ducked anyway.
Carlos opened the door and heard the hinges squeak. He realized he’d have to get it fixed soon. Carlos knew his wife hated the noise it made. He could hear her stomping downstairs already. Carlos sighed and heard the echo of his own depression. He knew he should fix it, but he could smell the freshly baked pie on the counter too. Carlos adored pie.