Sunday, February 6, 2011


Painting by Dale Lewis


Let's call them social workers, these two women who stood in the office of one of them. The office was a place of acquainting, dispensing, love. The one whose office it was had rescued a dog, a German Shepherd, 'King', condemned to a suffocating death by law.

The Shepherd had failed to adjust to its foster homes.

The one woman whose office this was kept wristing-back, from time to time, the chain holding King in a muscular show of who-leads-whom.

They loved animals, these tall, strong two.

The office had a burnt-brick northern wall, an architectural allusion to industrial times. Contrasted to that Dickensian surface were the other three walls, each with thin strips of chrome and large, broad panels of moon-bright light.

The post-modern shine contrasted with brick, the venerable, rough rust-and-char, but, also, now with the dark swirls on the coat of the jittery King.

Woman Number 2, a sturdy gal, had cloaked herself in an all-weather, quilted, down-stuffed, rain-proof jacket of red. And when she got down on all-fours, encouraging a rub with Hi, boy! Hi, boy! no one foresaw or could stop King's wild move.

So fast was its lunge and the retraction of its muzzle. So much was the sound of an ice cliff falling. So much was the umbrage in a nature without reason.


Posted over on his site Light at the End of the Tether
Listed as #41 over on Magpie Tales 51

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