Back from the Vets

In the streets the falling snow was turning to slush, and the cars driving through it furrowed wide troughs through the animate puddles. On the sidewalks there was slush as well, a figure huddled in grey shuffled through it with steps that splashed gobs of it and soaked the cuffs of his pants. Stepped from the sidewalk and over the curb and into the thick puddle in the gutter, and he shuffled across the street in front of Billy’s truck and Billy watched him go, and the frightened dogs panted in the backseat of the truck.