Night Walk
A full moon rode high in the darkness, lighting the fading streaks of airplane vapor trails. Above the city streets stalked Orion the hunter in search of prey, little Sirius at his heel. Below, moving cars outnumbered pedestrians twenty to one, and a never-ending parade of parked vehicles bordered the sidewalks.
The middle-aged woman walked her dog, dwarfed by hunks of apartment buildings and condominiums. She passed a solitary man walking his three dogs, one large, the other two miniatures. The little ones launched themselves at the woman and her dog, with high-pitched aggressive barks. “Shut the fuck up, you stupid little fucks,” snarled the man, dragging them past the woman who pulled to the side to let the party go by.
The woman began to hurry her reluctant dog through the dark street, words tumbling pell-mell inside her weary head. She was anxious to get them on paper before they slipped away. Tugging the dog away from choice scents, she moved quickly up the stairs to her quiet condo. She released the dog from the leash, sat at the computer, and began to type…
The middle-aged woman walked her dog, dwarfed by hunks of apartment buildings and condominiums. She passed a solitary man walking his three dogs, one large, the other two miniatures. The little ones launched themselves at the woman and her dog, with high-pitched aggressive barks. “Shut the fuck up, you stupid little fucks,” snarled the man, dragging them past the woman who pulled to the side to let the party go by.
The woman began to hurry her reluctant dog through the dark street, words tumbling pell-mell inside her weary head. She was anxious to get them on paper before they slipped away. Tugging the dog away from choice scents, she moved quickly up the stairs to her quiet condo. She released the dog from the leash, sat at the computer, and began to type…
posted by Vicky | 8:58 PM
5 Comments:
Vicky, I love the image of the aggressive dogs (and aggressive man). They say a lot about the evil and the pain lurking in the world, and about the woman's need for solitude and meaning (and love?)
Just wanted to add: I think you should continue doing these 3rd person pieces. I really like the direction it takes you in your writing. And when we all comment on these, we will refer to the character as a separate entity from the writer.
People's blogs have just been filled with disappointment the last day or two -- must have been Valentine's Day. If ony he had looked up.
That was beautifully written, Vicky.
Thanks,
V
Intriguing entry! Thank you!
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