DogA Story by FirasJanabiA micro-story about a boy and his dog.DOG
So this is
what dying feels like. He was so
thirsty. Strong little boy""Josh, almost twelve""stranded in the middle of the
desert with his dog, Cosmo. The sun’s
been glaring down on them since it crept over the horizon. Been doing that for
a couple days now. Josh looked
behind him, at the footsteps he and Cosmo had left. A long thin line that cut
through the smooth desert sand, rising and falling with the dunes. His skin
was red, his lips were cracked and his mouth was dry. Couldn’t spit if he tried.
Hunger and
thirst. The dog was
feeling it too, panting harder than he’d ever heard it. Poor thing, he thought.
If I had
food or water, I would give it to you. But I don’t. We’re going to die out here.
We’re going to suffer, and then we’re going to die. ‘I’m sorry,
boy,’ Josh said as he gripped a heavy rock. ‘I’m doing it because I love you.’ His eyes
welled up until tears streaked his cheeks. Tongue
hanging out one side, Cosmo just looked up at him with those eyes. Those eyes
that asked with genuine concern, what’s wrong? Why are you upset? Josh lifted
the jagged rock above his head. The tears in his eyes blurred his vision, which
made it easier. It was just a shape now. Whack-a-mole.
He hit
Cosmo between the eyes. There wasn’t even enough time for him to yelp. He just
fell and began twitching. Blood trickled from the wound. Josh hit
him two more times, to make sure it was done. And it was.
The dog was dead.
Dehydrated
and hungry as he was, Josh used his bare hands to dig a shallow grave. He put
Cosmo inside and filled up the hole. ‘You were
my best friend in the whole world, Cosmo. I love you. And I’ll miss you.
Forever.’ ‘Joshua,’
his mother called. ‘Come back in the house!’ ‘Just a
minute,’ Josh called back. He covered
any traces of blood left in the sandpit and ran back in through the kitchen. He
heard voices at the front door. His mother
was talking to their next-door neighbor. ‘Sweety,’
his mother said. ‘Have you seen Cosmo? Janine thinks he may have run off.’ Josh
shrugged. ‘Sorry.’
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4 Reviews Added on December 8, 2014 Last Updated on December 8, 2014 Tags: micro story, short story, quickfiction AuthorFirasJanabiSydney, City, AustraliaAboutFirst of all, Firas is pronounced Ferris. That's going to be hard to get across on the internet, but oh well. About me. I have an Iraqi father and an Algerian mother, was born in Poland and grew up i.. more..Writing
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