Pup #849

Flaubert Clair keeps to no faction and works The Yard as a Poodle who is an artist with the patience of a tinkerer and the timing of a comedian. Out near the flying den roof, Flaubert Clair keeps a small ritual that involves a metal flower from the satellite field and a quiet bow. There is a soft running joke at the soup stalls about Flaubert Clair and the way doors behave around them. Every passing hour with Flaubert Clair feels like one more clue from a planet that inherited too many secrets.