Dogs…man’s best friend or so we are told. Have you ever walked down a street and thought…wow doesn’t the dog resemble the owner…A brute of a looking man is out with his brute of a dog. A gaudy looking woman, caked in make-up swans along the pavement accompanied by some glitzy pooch, one that has spent time at the dog parlor being preened. Some dogs are arguably children’s substitutes and are treated as such, women choosing a smoother option of dogs over motherhood. By contrast some walk about with a beast of a dog, which can be set loose, should they feel menaced in any way. Some dote on their dogs, they are “extra members” of the family…while others seem to delight in abusing their dogs…it pains me to see people who should not be allowed to own a dog, baiting them…kicking them…being cruel to an animal. Dogs can also be very particular, I remember watching some reality TV show, in which this woman’s dog would not accept the new man in her life and was aggressive towards him…due to pangs of jealousy.
One of my short stories is called “Bitch”. It is based around two characters, one called Harmeson, the other called McFadden. Harmeson has a feeble aging dog called “Puck”, who is the last remaining ember of joy in a life of solace. McFadden is a hard Docker, a bully, who speads fear, who decides to set up a dog fight and to inflict more pain on Harmeson commandeers Harmeson’s dog into a fight with a pit ball. There can only be one result…Harmeson’s dog’s annihilation.
Here is an extract…Nasher, Sam “The Hammer” Royston’s legendary black male pit
bull, was set against “Squeamish” Jack Harmeson’s terrier, Puck. The
Hammer was McFaddens’ number one henchman, and Nasher, the
terror of the docks. Puck, Harmeson’s pet terrier, couldn’t fight her way
out of a wet paper bag even if she tried. Puck was the one of the few
dogs local children felt at ease to pet, or, in contrast, to insult, often
calling her “Puke.” Puck was Harmeson’s last remaining pleasure in
his otherwise devoid life, and it pained him to think his precious
companion would be soon be mauled to pieces.
Puck wouldn’t have a chance. Several of the aging dog’s muzzle hairs
had recently whitened. Maybe, Harmeson half-heartedly
reasoned, by agreeing to fight Puck, he was saving her from the
inevitable indignation of old age. Puck was a docile, some might say
completely placid mutt, so the moment Harmeson reluctantly agreed to
the fight, he began to train Puck as best he could, hoping to provide
her some dignity in her impending death. In truth, it hurt his heart to
bait and anger her.
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Flight of destiny Is a collection of short stories about misfortune. They are characterized by unexpected final twists, that come at the end of each tale. They are dark and surreal tales, set around the world, at different time periods. They show a world in which anything can happen. It is hard to determine reality and what is going on a disturbed mind. People’s conceptions about morality are turned upside down. A good person can be transformed by an unexpected event into a bad person and then back again to their former state. The high and mighty often deliver flawed arguments, those considered wicked make good representations of themselves. Revenge is often a subject explored.
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