the dog that walked by himself...short story by me
In the late 90s the security situation was awful to the extent that my district was almost abandoned, only with few houses and few people, life was not good at all. Following the current lots of people in countryside had started to emigrate toward big cities like ours, one of them the family of “Ameur”, a family with two parents and three boys had so much to add to that miserable life of everyday news of murdering and bloodshed.
They had a very special dog who was called “Recks”, a yellowish white dog with brown spots on his ears, was different animal, it was like man and not just a man but a king as well.
My cousin is famous of being familiar to all, he knows all people and all people know him, he was the one thru which I and my brother launched the first connection with the boys along with their dog. I was so much afraid of the dog because it was a dog first, and because it was only nice with people it knows. The first challenge I did is trying to shake its hand since it was trained to do that once it was asked, yes it was very terrifying moments for me but when rising my eyes and see that comforting smile of my brother was enough for me to get encouraged. After on, a feeling of strong friendship had grown day after day, and every time I was so excited to meet the new friend and watch its behavior that are very close to be human rather than animal.
One day the happy group, me, my brother, my cousin, the three brothers and Recks decided to go for a trip toward a very far mountain, when we had to cross a wide areas of sands and valleys, besides the dangers that we might encounter, I don’t exaggerate to use the word “monsters” since you never expect what you find in that wilderness, snakes, scorpions, wolves, wide dogs and even drunk people or bandits. Before we got to the mountain we were surprised when a herd of dogs showed up suddenly from about 200 meters barking on us and threatening us, they had the intention to attack us, I was so terrified and I hid behind my brother, only my head appeared to watch, I looked at the brothers eyes, they were unlike me, very relaxed, I wondered why, because in fact we were about to be a meal for the hungry dogs, but soon I found out; Recks stepped forward and unleashed his furious barking , I felt its voice like a lion in the woods, I still remember that stand of four legs, each leg like in every direction, that took few minutes before the herd stepped back and returned to its she.lter, I was so amazed the power the dog had and how can he stopped that potential attack just by barking, I thought it must be strong words he shouted out to them to the extent they gave up and surrendered, after that I really felt safe during the rest of the trip when I thought of such a strong guard by my side. we reached the mountain, we found lots of empty bullets and used bombs, the mountain was heavily rocky and no sign for life, or that was what I thought till a new face appeared looking for its food, a tiny silver grey fox in his bad day, once we faced him directly, Recks’ ears stood steadily and he ran toward the fox very fast, chasing him to a small cave, the fox was faster, we followed the dog where we found him trying to get the fox out of his hole, then the big brother called the dog alluding to him to stop the attempt. We continued the trip there discovering new places till we stopped by a road, we waited there for a driving till a truck had been pulled over and the driver called us, we got in, I was watching the sunset one time and staring at the dog other time, feeling happy about that friend who if not him we were in another situation.
After few months, I woke up and went to the street, but unlike what I used to hear, it was so calm, that unpleasant calm; Recks had left the city, that was very sad and shocking news for me, it was a sudden leaving, I wanted just if I could shake his hands for the last time, but he was gone and all what he left to me is beautiful memories and adventures.
Thank you Recks for the good times and I hope you’re still alive
a dog or a fog??
did he walk or talk?
was he pink or red?
is he cool or wut???
and why did he walk in the first place
i dont understand what you're talking about Black_Poison, but if you want to dicuss the story in term of the plot, the title or any other point just ask appropriate questions
thank you for readiing
it would be better if you told us what you think about the story rather than taping all those question marks baby angel, i guess you just cant let it go
anyway, thank you for your presence
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2012-09-29, 12:38
the dog that walked by himself...short story by me
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