By Linden Hibbert Honourable mention in the ORB's MT25 Short Fiction Prize, judged by Laird Hunt. Photograph by Linden Hibbert He wanted the dog, his mother always reminds him, so he can fucking walk it. And he does walk it, though he nips out early so not to give her the satisfaction of seeing him do as he’s told. This time of year, it’s dark when he leaves, flat light all day at school and then dark when he gets home. Today he feels like bunking off, him and the dog. It’s m

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