Anyway, these women had two dogs, a big one and a little one. And I never knew which dog belonged to which woman.
(from The New Yorker, Feb. 8. 2010)
This a weird story. The narrator contradicts himself without blinking and the whole thing is told in a dreamlike fog, where you are told about things you can’t picture, where the characters are strangely accepting of the strangeness.
Read it here.