The Rabid Dogs #7 – Group Hugs and the Sudden Feeling of Being Safe Again
His bite is worse, no matter what you think you know. You have only seen his tongue hanging out of his mouth, felt the room quiver when he puts his rumbling stomach to the floor. You haven’t felt his teeth in you, and maybe that’s why I hone my teeth. I hit him once and he just smiled an escalating smile at me. Psychologists can cure everything. And I have honed my teeth and picked up a hammer. Today’s the day I get him fixed. I make an appointment with a psychologist. Then I finally bash that dog’s brains in.
You’ve got a real skill for building menace, for the concise evocation of the macabre.
Thank you. :) This one’s based on an alternate universe in which I am not a coward.
I follow this, and I’m sorry, and well done <3
I’m still a coward in this universe, I’m afraid.
I don’t think you are. Isn’t it… better, and to walk free? Discretion being the better part of valour and that…
Perhaps cowardice is a virtue. I do not know, truly.