Cirrus@Austlit

'I message Daisy.
8:15am: Pip’s missing.
8:17am: I don’t know where she is.
8: 21am: Any ideas?
She doesn’t reply. I put my phone back in the pocket of my dressing-gown and wipe the damp hair from my face. A slight drizzle grows heavier as I rush past the construction site, the park, Oxley drive then Jalna street. All the time I am screaming: ‘Pip, Pip!’ I ask two, three, four separate people on their morning walks if they’ve seen a long-haired Chihuahua. They haven’t. It starts to hail shortly before I reach Burwood Highway. I can’t hear my voice over the cars and the rain. Still half dressed,
I yell at the traffic.' (Introduction)