he opened another beer and sat on the couch but turned off the TV He watched the kid The kid was on his knees before the coffee table busy with an orange pencil and a piece of paper Tongue poked to one side and held firmly between the lips, he was writing letters to the pet dog he’ll never see again And he did that all day long Dad sipped at his beer. The years of action were far beyond him now but by all the gods he swore tonight will be the night he sneaks into his ex-wife’s home and kidnaps the dog He even rented a van for it
There was a dog outside and it kept barking for some reason. Ah yes, it was chained and the chain was terribly short and the poor animal was hungry.
Mother wouldn’t bother feeding it. No, mother wanted it to die because it had been father’s dog, inherited along with the house after father died. Mother forbade feeding the poor thing.
Her child stood next to the window and listened to the poor thing barking outside. It was better than listening to mother drinking and talking ugly words with her boyfriends.
He opened the window and the dog saw him immediately and barked at him. He wanted to cry. Tried talking to the creature but it wouldn’t listen. It kept barking.
“Mother would cut my hand off if she caught me stealing food for you.”
But he was a smart kid. He leaned over the window and thrust two fingers down…
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