Lost and Found for the Hound
Here is a small little sample of a story that popped into my head while I was riding a bus home. Let me know what you guys think and weather or not I should continue it or not...
I was alone again... Fuck I cried to no one in particular as I sat there leaning next to a dumpster in the ally way. My body hurt, my eyes bloodshot, the fur around my eyes soaked from tears that I had wept. My body shivered from the cold as I looked up to the sky. I could see the moon full and bright, I look at the ground and see it littered with beer bottles and trash, puddles of god knows what.This was not the place where I thought I would die but it would happen I was sure of it. The cold would take me this night my body told me. So I closed my eyes and waited for it and I began to cry once more. Then I hear it...the faint sound of boots hitting the ground as someone walks. I don't even bother to open my eyes for I know they will pass by like all the others and I will be alone again. But these boots stop in front of the ally way. Out of fear I look and I see a human at the end of the ally. I think to my self and wish to the lady moon above me to please leave me alone, to please not harm me and I began to shake out of fear. The human took a step towards me and I saw once they entered the light that was given by a street lamp that this human was a male. My heart gave a jump out of fear... Oh no he is here to hurt me like all the others before him. As I looked at him I saw he wore black boots with jeans a black shirt and a vest of some kind there was also something hanging from his left side a chain of sorts. He took another step and I heard the rattle of the chain. I coward and shut my eyes wishing, hoping that he would just leave me and let me be. But the boot steps got closer and closer. I was shaking, whimpering, and crying all at the same time and then he stopped. I cringed expecting a blow from his boot but it never came. I slowly opened one eye to see that he had knelt down to one knee from his knee I started to look up. I see the chain that is hanging from his belt but there is something else there as well, a thin strap of leather with a buckle on it and I look up beyond that. I saw that it was in fact a vest but it was made of leather. As I continued to look up I saw his chin and his mouth which had a small smirk on it and just above that a mustache that was graying ever so slightly. I see his arm start to move and I cringe again expecting to be hit. I ready myself for the blow but what I feel next I was not ready for. I feel his hand softly stroke my head fur. I pull away and try to bury myself deeper in to the wall of the dumpster. He holds still and lets me settle again I am still cringing waiting for the hit that is coming. I look again but this time I look right at his eyes they are green like the deep forest. There is not the hatred that I have seen in so many before. What I see in his eyes is a look of worry.