Little Sneaker
Two metal cages were fixed to the bed of the red pick up truck. Its tires were muddy; so was the driver. Whimpers echoed from across the parking lot.
He wasn’t in a rush to get home. Dinner wasn’t ready and there were screams. The whines continued from the cages.
Next day, the dogs lay panting in the sun on leashes attached to tight collars.
*
Local papers announced today: MAN FOUND DEAD. “tied in open field … hands and feet severed … blistered.”
The headlines lay shredded on the kitchen floor.
“Good boys”
The two hounds wagged their tails.
The End
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Little Sneaker, which
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