I’m not really a dog person but the first time I saw him, he looked so familiar like we’ve met before. Its bright welcoming hazel eyes complement its dark black fur perfectly. But that doesn’t give me the comfort to approach or follow it. It lurks close enough to observe but far away to acknowledge its other features.
Over the years, i begun to notice it got closer. And the closer it gets, the more flashbacks I get. The first flashback was the last moment my mother bathed me. It was weird yet suiting at the same time. Having to recall every detail of that moment felt overwhelming. After that, the flashbacks just keep coming and the need to get closer to the dog and embrace it, grew stronger. Years gone by but the dog remained the same size, age and practically the same as the first time I saw it.
Then one day, during one of my night walks in the park I saw him clearly by my feet. Brown eyes, black fur, adorable little ears and the cutest nose I’ve ever seen on a dog. I went down to pet him and a thuggish voice came behind me.
“Hand over your wallet and everything you have now!”
Before I could turn around, I heard a loud bang and a bright flashlight blinded me for few seconds then I suddenly found myself at an empty plain. And for the first time I heard him bark. He leaped and continued to bark. And this time time round, the need to follow him him filled me.
