I heard the dog before I saw it, which is too often the way. It sounded angry, like someone just knocked over its dish of freshly chopped up babies. Then I saw it. Smooth coat shiny like satin stretched over taut muscle. Its hot breath inches from my legs in the time it took for mine to catch in my throat.
Thank you so much for this truly beautiful post. I'd love to see this sotry go into your next novel.