Saturday, September 19, 2009
They walk together side by side
The dog is old, the man is not. Despite the leash laws in our city no one seems to mind that his dog never wears one. The dog is so slow and crippled that no one fears him. The man is slow too, they have the same gait. I often wonder how the man was broken. War, car accident, always. I am embarrassed to ask. They wander our streets, this pair, slow and methodical, side by side, each step a torture. What will happen to the broken man when the dog is gone?
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6 comments:
You paint a graphic, poignant portrait of one spirit! Beautiful!
oh wow, so good!
This is so good. Thanks for taking part in Carry On Tuesday. Reading pieces like his makes it all worthwhile!
This is very good.
glaring nightmare
Yeah, they say that a dog is mans best friend, you leave us with an eternal question.
Nicely!!
Nothing is better than a man and his dog. beautiful and poignant
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