28 January 2017

Big Dog

Dog of breed rottweiler.

He looked like a big dog. He barked like a big dog. I was suitably unimpressed. I’d forgotten to be afraid. Somewhere along the road I’d shed my fear and the casual air of violence that once served to mask it. Strange how we forget our chains, only to recall their chaffing in the absent moment; how could I ever dismiss a lifetime of slavery?

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