(As promised, here's Strike Two... AbNQ)
It had been a hard day. He had picked his targets at will, bumped into them innocuously, murmured an apology and walked away with their wallets. He rewarded himself by getting drunk. And then getting into a brawl. At home, he beat up his wife, swore at his children and went away to seek his friends in the neighbourhood... On the way, his eyes fell on a dog whimpering because of the cold. Something inside him stirred. He threw his shawl at the dog...
It had been a hard day. He had been called to office at the last moment. He'd had to cancel the trip to the amusement park. His five year-old had tears in her eyes. He had worked hard into the night with his boss. And then the phone call from headquarters. The project had been called off. All the hard work had been in vain. The child's sad face made him sick... On the way home, he spotted a dog sleeping under a shawl. He took aim, and landed a hard kick on it...
No comments:
Post a Comment