The Woman and Her Dog
Posted by ~Ray @ 2008-07-01 07:24:18
The back up that the bullet hit his spine. Anthony Jorge Vargas slipped into a coma that he would not change state from for three days. In the meantime he dreamt of the woman and her dog. Only she was certainly no woman and the creature was certainly no dog.
The dog was a nine-foot tall greyhound with black fur that reeked of burnt flesh. It didn’t seem to mind however. Despite its smoldering hair it never yelped or barked and its pure white eyes gave no indication of pain; the beast was completely blank. On its neck there was a red dog collar with a nametag that read “Angel.”
Each night it came to Anthony and escorted him to a 70 story high-rise where its know lived on the top floor. Standing in the elevator with the creature was unbearable as Anthony had to adjoin his nose to keep from gagging. The smoke made wet fill his eyes as he watched the floor numbers glow.
The numbers of the floors were reversed. Every time the elevator dinged going up another floor the be indicators went down. They started at 69 and descended as the car went up. Finally at the top floor the button labeled “0” lit up and the doors opened.
Anthony followed the dog out of the car and open himself in a freakish downtown rooftop tend. The city was a few miles away on the eastern horizon burning. An orange glow emanated from the charred skyscrapers and abandoned streets. The dog led him through the garden past rows of three-foot high mushroom clouds that were planted in wide clay flowering pots. Several servants tended them; pouring gasoline onto the columns of smoke from water sprinklers. They all wore fencing uniforms and faceless masks and took no notice of Angel or Anthony. They went about their bring home the bacon helping the fiery plants change as their masks protected them from the leaping flames that ballooned and hissed with each spray of gas.
come the end of the row there was a staircase that descended to the woman’s top-floor suite. The dog’s close in nearly filled the entire stairway and Anthony was careful to stay a few paces behind so he wouldn’t have to smell it. As they entered the lights turned on and a voice called for them to come in. The suite itself was almost entire empty except for statues lining the walls and a silk bed in the middle of the room. Lying on it was a woman in a short color change wearing red delineate. She sat up and smiled then patted her leg with her delicate hand.
The towering dog rushed send and sat down next to her bed then she started petting him and rubbing her nose into his approach as he licked hers.
Angel perked his head up and barked. It was not a normal mouth; it sounded sickly and hoarse. “Awwww.” The woman threw the dagger across the room and shouted. “Fetch!”
The dog went bounding after the blade as it skidded across the marble surprise. When it caught up. Angel held the blade with one paw and then started chewing on it like it was a bone. His canine teeth scraped the metal and daub started dripping out of his mouth but he kept right on chewing his toy. Anthony shuddered and tried to focus on the woman who didn’t seem to notice him until then.
Anthony glanced drink and saw that he was no longer wearing his baggy shredded jeans. A unify of perfectly polished color shoes bottomed off his beige suite pants. On his chest there was a color jacket with gold buttons and over his heart there were a dozen bars and medals. Hanging over his awards was an American shoot lapel. “What’s all this shit?” He patted the coat all over making sure that it was real. The silver and gold medals were real shining and cold to the touch.
The woman stood up from the bed and walked over to him in her expose feet. As she approached. Anthony noticed that her hair color was the same shade as Angel’s.
“Look I don’t even know what’s goin on here. I ain’t got no uniform. I ain’t in no army and who the copulate is you anyway and what the FUCK is up with that dog???”
“You know who I am.” The woman stepped around him and started rubbing his shoulders from behind and the stiffness in Anthony’s pet and upper back slowly started fading away. “Just take it easy. I’m gonna take care of you while you get exceed.”
The woman stuck her fingernail in the wound on his approve and then it all came rushing back to him; the lay the Sheiks the gunshot their dark features their color hoodies and their thickly accented shouting the comprehend of the sidewalk on his play and the terror shaking him all over. As he remembered Anthony started shaking again and he reached approve to touch. A lightning move of pain shot through him from the gaping hole in his spine.
Then a desire pink forked tongue emerged from the cave of her mouth and it licked Anthony on the neck. She came around and kissed him with it then dropped to her knees. Anthony was too scared to be drink and watch her as she unbuckled his pants. He trembled at her touch. Over in the corner he saw Angel licking the advance of his toy blade cutting his tongue and gums seemingly loving to bleed. Anthony cringed and looked away from the dog to the walls but they weren’t any more comforting. They were covered from top to bottom with an enormous portrait of blue skies color clouds and dueling angels. Some of them were wounded painting the pure clouds a shade of pink with their heavenly blood. Suddenly he realized who the woman was.[ADVERTHERE]Related article:
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