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“It looks like…

A flower dog,” he said, looking

at it with ever

growing fascination

He didn’t know what

a ‘flower dog’ was

but those were the first words

that came to mind

as he beheld the thing

Others would’ve had

different

words for it

like

roadkill

He hit it with the

car this

night

and stopped to pick it up

and took it home

talking to it

along the way

He didn’t know what kind

of animal it was

only that it

was dead now

“I never was smart

when it came

to labeling things,” he said to

the flower dog

now lying on a

square

coffee table that was turned

upside down to

better contain all its scattered

bits and pieces

There was a

surprisingly small amount

of blood though

and a surprisingly large amount

of bone shards

“You are very weird, my

little friend. And I do not

know how you came to be.

I don’t know

a lot of things. But

I will tell you that if God ever

created a

flower dog

you’re it, hehe.”

in the darkness

the flower dog

looked up at him with

bloodshot eyes

that spoke of understanding

and even compassion

after all

it was in the presence of

someone equally

hard to understand

by the world