The Dog

It was a big brown labrador. Just a big dog. Nothing else. Nobody saw it. Yet I cant get it out of my head. The eyes of the big brown labrador tear its way through my head. And when its finally through. It comes again. That big dog is playing with my mind.

I had killed that dog. I ran over it with my car. I can feel the car hit it. I've never entered a car after. Said I'd take a bike because it's healthier, and the car's too expensive. I am in great shape though, and I'm not broke at all.

I was listening to the radio, singing with it. It sounded terrible, but who cared, nobody heard it. It was 3 o'clock. And whilst singing to the Beach Boys I took a right. And there it was, a big brown dog. With big brown eyes. Staring at me. I was driving too fast, the street was to small. I could do nothing else then hit it.

I closed my eyes and felt how the impact of the dog shuddered through the car. I did not stop. I reached for my gas pedal again. My back wheel hit it, the bump was horrible. I gave more gas. I took a right. And another, and another. If I looked to the right I would see him lying there. That big brown dog. I looked but I could not see it.

People were standing in my way of seeing it. A woman looked very emotional. The dog must have been hers. I felt sorry, but would I say that to her? What would she do? She was in her thirties, she was married I guessed. Her husband would kick my ass. No, I can't tell her. I have to drive home.

It was only a dog. Just a stupid dog. A brown dog. How can some stupid dog creep into my mind. Those eyes. They had burned in my head, and the would not come out. It was only a dog. A dog! It looked old, maybe it was going to die anyway.

I could not focus at work. I could not focus at home, hell, I couldnt dream without a stupid dog crossing my mind. But the dog wasnt the worst part, she was worse. I can see her tears fall on the ground. I can see her not being able to sleep at night, cus she didnt have her dog. Her big brown dog.

I had to do something, for her, for the dog, for me even. I had to do something to forget about this stupid dog. But what? What can I do? What can I do to forget about her, to forget about the stupid dog. To continue life. It was just a stupid dog!

I was in a place, I had never been here before. I walked out, with something new. Something, which had a long way to go before it would face the fate the big dog faced. I will give it away. I won't keep it. I felt better though, my mind didn't think about the big brown dog. It thaught about the new thing that was lying in my arms.

I took the car, for the first time after the incident. Put it in the back and drove. I drove to the street. I didn't have the radio on. Whilst I was coming closer. My eyes were filling itself with tears. I pictured her. There it was. That street where it happened. I was in luck. She was outside talking.

I stopped the car, got the thing out of the back. I could not resist the tears. They were faling down my cheek on the ground. She looked at me, she looked at that thing. I handed it over to her, she started crying too. There we were. Crying. About some stupid dog. I had to put this past me. I turned around. Went back to the car. I got in. I started the car. I hit the gas. I looked back. And I will never forget what I say just then. I saw

a small brown dog, in her hands.