WELL DONE! Fiction
But you eventually see her sitting on the edge of the park fountain with the dog at her feet. The damned sign and water bowl are there. Her nasty backpack is there. You feel stupid but you pull over. You get out of the car and open the trunk and take the bag of dog food that has been in there for the last few days and walk toward the woman. She watches you. The dog watches you. Her dreadlocks still look nasty. She smiles with her yellow teeth and the gaps between them but all you notice are the brilliant blue eyes. You don’t say anything as you put down the dog food and she doesn’t say anything to you. She just looks into you with those eyes. The dog sniffs the bag and wags its tail. You walk back to your car and you feel like you’ve been had. You don’t even like dogs that much and especially not a flea infested dog of a homeless addict. But at least you didn’t give her money that you know she would spend on drugs and you hope she won’t eat the dog’s food. She might trade it for crack you think. You don’t see her for a few more days. You look but you don’t look. It’s a normal Thursday morning. Your coffee is cold and you don’t get out of your cubicle for more because you have a deadline and you can’t get the damned spreadsheet program to work the way it should. You are annoyed by the noise in the office. More noise than normal. Finally
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