The dog was slowly making their way towards us through the downpour. We squatted in a doorway, half in the rain ourselves, and watched its progress. I reached out a hand as it got closer and the mutt’s nose nuzzled against it, wet and cold against my palm.
I looked across at you, leaning against the wood of the
door, and find that you’re gazing back. Our eyes held one another for a while. Then,
the dog squeezes between us, burrowing for some warmth, we pull our eyes away
to look back out into the street.
I smile to myself and watch the rain.
Music whilst writing:
Stormbringer - Deep Purple
Veteran of the Psychic Wars - Blue Oyster Cult
Black Blade - Blue Oyster Cult
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