Despair
rose up in me like a flash flood; it had almost reached my heart when I heard a gentle snorting noise. The small puffy dog who
smelled like cake shuffled out from behind a bush. “Are you real?” I asked her. “Or are you going to disappear, too?”
She cocked her head and bared
crooked teeth at me, as if to say, Does
it matter?
I dropped down next to her. When I wrapped my arms around my
knees and began to cry, she butted her head against my leg until I stopped. The setting sun was hot on my
neck. “You shouldn't be here,” I told her. “You should go back into the woods.”
For an answer she rolled onto her back.
Tiredly I laid down on the
damp, cold ground. As I closed my eyes
I heard some more snuffling sounds; I then felt her strange fluffy head rest against the palm of
my hand. We will be safe tonight, I thought to myself. Tomorrow was anybody’s guess. Absolute safety would never be mine to
have. It simply didn’t exist.
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