JoelJosol Posted May 10, 2009 Share Posted May 10, 2009 At 5am, without him the corridor is empty. He was not there to brush his hairy body between my legs. I kept the window open all night, but I did not find him peeping through the glass like always. I had breakfast, his remain untouched. He walks first in the cool breeze before the sun colors the sky. I went on tackling my task list but his absence keeps popping up like the sun's light on the window's metal frames. At 9 am, as I stepped out to inspect the van's wheels, I recalled how I found him lying still as dead as a forgotten stuffed toy, with eyes wide-open, emotionless like always, under the van. I packed him up into a plastic bag for the garbage truck to pick up. Quote "Words are not things, and yet they are not non-things either." - Ann Lauterbach Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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