Rain fell for days on end. Its pallor hung like a sopping blanket left on porch rails in perpetuity.
She knocked tentatively on the door, both fearing someone might answer and still hoping they would. Tires on wet pavement caused the slide and bad news to deliver to a potential dog owner.
A curtain pulled sideways as someone inside held as much dreaded curiosity as she did near to bursting. The hand proffered a glimpse at his visitor and wiped hungry slobber slipping downward.
Canine not on the menu, he’d order up roadkill regardless. The driver looked even more appetizing.
100 word challenge: order 
Dark indeed… and i read this while pondering my lunch menu choices.
How deliciously serendipitous, Tara! 🙂
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