Pitter-Patter in the night. A knife through dark wind. Tounge out, breath in. Yellow strobe lights on the floor. Cold floor crushing against claws. Robert is flying and kicking. Chasing the smell of freedom.
“Where is the fucking dog?”
“Oh, no! The door is open. I must have left it open!”
The street stares at Tammy and Jake in disappointment. A cold sweat floats from the door through the hallway into the backs of the two.
“And it’s my fault. I am sorry.” Tammy replies.
Heat bursts out of Roberts muscles. Breaking off the collar he was forced into by birth. “Is this all I was made for? To love my fucking humans?” He screams in agony.
Have you ever seen a dog crying… of joy?
“Yep we found him.” the Police officer said.