October
“He turned on his back, threw his hand out, felt it hit something. An apple. When he opened his eyes, the dog was standing over him.
"Jeez, let me sleep," he said, closing his eyes again, turning back on his side.
The dog huffed once, pushed at his back with its nose. "All right, I'll get up." He dropped onto his back again, did a sit-up to raise himself, yawned.
"What time is it?" The sun was well up through the trees. Late morning, maybe early afternoon. The day was chilly. Davey shivered inside his jacket, drew the wide zipper up under his chin.
"What's to eat?" he asked.
The dog huffed, sat down beside him.
Davey drew a bunch of apples close by, examined them, picked three that weren't worm-eaten, and ate them. "What do we do for water?" The dog huffed again, looked up at him expectantly.
He stood, brushed himself off, walked to the edge of the tree line.
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