Sunday, January 16, 2011

Evil as he was, I thanked him


Evil as he was, I thanked him, knowing full well we would still have to contend with his vicious dogs before we reached the gate. I opened the front door and he watched us go, sitting on his throne. It was an antiseptic room. He had no hair. His skin was smooth. The dogs sniffed the ground. They began to growl. I addressed the most menacing one: “Nice puppy,” and he smiled as we eyed the gate. Another: “Hello, puppy,” with the same result. But the third made an awful sound deep in its throat. I whispered to my wife that we should continue to move ahead as slowly as we could — one sudden move, I said, and the dog would spring. All the while, I waited for him to bite my leg, wondering what it would feel like when his teeth penetrated the cloth and met the bone. But all he did was growl. The man — where had I seen him before? With my son, it was, after we’d escaped an empty factory with grain on the floor. I’d wrestled a rusted grate from its hinges and we crawled through a narrow chute until we came to a river. The water was low. We could have crossed it by stepping on the exposed rocks scattered everywhere. We came to a bend, then turned around. Where the chute had been was now a wild narrow canyon. “Flash flood,” I said. And we heard the sound.

9 comments:

Old 333 said...

Thanks, William. Enjoyed that.

Art by JFM said...

William you have whet my interest. I would love to read more...

rosaria said...

You're taking us out of this danger to tell us that there were more dangers. The Flash Flood is alluded to, as the beginning of this story, the first encounter with this man now on his throne with three dogs. Are we in Hell?

William Michaelian said...

That’s odd. I would have sworn that I’d responded to Peter and Jan’s comments earlier today, and now I see no trace of my replies, either here or in my inbox. Hmm.

Peter, I think I said that I enjoyed it too, in a strange sort of way.

And Jan, I think I said that this is all there was to the dream, and that maybe it would resume the next time I’m asleep.

Now watch — I’ll post this and the first comment will pop up again.

Rosaria, good question. But really, with only this brief recollection to go by, I think your guess is as good as mine.

Thanks to each of you — and to Blogger too, in case it’s had a hand in this jumbled response.

Anthony Duce said...

I enjoyed the story, and appreciate there not being an ending, at least not all the time. Let me know when you know where this might go.

William Michaelian said...

Thanks very much, Anthony. A positive maybe — that’s right up my alley.

nouvelles couleurs - vienna atelier said...

I have had a drem time ago little like this, as you know that black dogs are represented the devil, but you don't wrote the word devil, but evil... this is more realistic

thank you fot posting

Woman in a Window said...

I'm relieved to read it is a dream, for as I read I was convinced it was something entirely darker being alluded to, life and the obstacles thrown our way. And so I can rest my shoulders and be comfortable in twisted thoughts, which are much more entreating than real obstacles. In this case, I love it. Ha!

xo
erin

William Michaelian said...

Thank you, Laura. Also, the dogs weren’t black. But the dream certainly felt real enough.

Erin: Ha! When I’m writing down what I can remember of a dream, I seldom mention the fact that it is a dream. The dream world and waking world are so intertwined. Is what I remember the dream, or what I’m feeling now a result of the dream? Is it the dream itself continuing? Am I awake now? Are you? The answer seems obvious enough, but I don’t always feel I can make that determination.