One week later I saw him again, and it almost killed me.

I sat outside on my deck with a beer, waiting for the time…that damned time a week ago…

The beer I lifted at intervals had gone flat, but the twilight was an explosion of colors, reds and purples and oranges.  It was as if the sun, rather than falling beneath the horizon, had simply exploded, spraying the evening sky with its arterial blood.

But it wasn’t what I watched.

I kept my eyes on the small, bare patch of the road where he’d been hit, where the car had struck his small body, run it down.  Where he lay, hopefully not for long, in whatever pain or panic God allows a dog to feel in its final moments

Did he wonder what had happened?

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