WHEN GOOD DAYS GO BAD

I killed a cat yesterday. Not on purpose and not personally, but nevertheless it has had me really down and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it all day. I wasn’t even sure it was a cat, it was so dark, and there was a moment when it looked like a rabbit* and its eyes reflected in the headlights as it raced straight for the front side of the car, and then it was thumping under the wheel before I could brake or swerve or even react more than to cry out. I stopped but I couldn’t see...